Every spring brings constant reminders of resurrection and yes, good old Baltimore neighborhood pride. As I drive through my Gardenville neighborhood these days, every turn displays a splash of color, a brush stroke of brilliance. In yard after yard, I see glorious red, pink, fuchsia and white azaleas, many of them bought decades ago at Leaf’s Nurseries. Knock-out roses, carefully tended over generations of city dwellers, are in bloom on every block. The pastel pink, alabaster white and brilliant red blossoms of dogwood, magnolia, Japanese maple and Bradford pear trees frame hundreds of yards off Belair Road. Circlets of yellow daisies and daffodils and crimson tulips pop up again and again.