Two trees, out front, are "Royal Blenheim," in back, a "Katy."
The Katy is the oldest, the front yard trees are roughly the same age.
They develop slightly differently, though.
The Katy blooms and leafs out first -- it's just a wash of spring green right now.
The slightly larger Blenheim is next -- still blooming, but at the end of its run for this year.
Finally, the one to the east end of the yard, still a bouquet.
They're not wildly different, just enough to notice.
Elsewhere, I'm trying to make a bird-free microclimate:
Bird netting -- threadlike nylon fishing net, cuttable as each intersection is a knot -- up one side, and Reemay along the other. Unfortunately, I may have out-clevered myself. The triple trellis of twine precludes arching netting over the bed.
With luck, the beans will be robust enough once I pull the covers off to resist the birds. One of the pleasures of growing things is trying out new approaches. Sometimes they work, sometimes they're information for the next time.
I really just want beans.