There are several dogwoods and what I thought were crabapple trees lining the field behind my apartment complex. There’s a lot of shrubby, scrubby, brambley undergrowth in front of the trees, so it’s hard to get close enough to them to get pictures. I managed it, though, and had the most wonderful surprise. They weren’t crabapple trees, but something else entirely. They’re covered with bell-shaped flowers that smell divine. After some Googling, I think they’re Russian olive trees.
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