The lemon geraniums are starting to bloom. I love the smell of them... I plant them all over and crush the leaves between my fingers as I wander around.
The pink flowering cherry, not good for much but looking at, but it is still beautiful to see.
The columbine that come back in my beds every year are starting to bloom. That means the deer will be wandering through tonight or tomorrow night to eat them. It's like clockwork.
My great-grandma's lilac is blooming too. The scent fills me full of emotions I can't even begin to describe.