So, I checked out Elizabeth Park as it wears its late winter, early spring dress.
The annual garden is bare now. It does double duty as host for bulbs before the annuals are planted.
Some croci are already up. (Are crocuses still croci when no one knows Latin any more?)
The perennial garden's gazebo looks lonely with all the flowers gone.
The rose garden is drab. Hard to remember how colorful it is in June.
The mallards are glad the ice melted long ago.
And it is so much easier getting reflections on the pond when the foliage is gone.