It’s Unnatural

Yesterday I noticed that the pear trees across the street have broken into greenish-white blossom. On the way to work at the women’s bookstore, I saw slender withes of forsythia starred with yellow flowers. It’s mid-January! For me, forsythia blooms have always meant Easter in Washington, DC. They don’t bloom until May back home in Jackson, PA.

Somehow this is more upsetting than the roses. They’re still in bloom, but that’s OK somehow.They’re a holdover from last year. But to have spring flowers in January is, well, unnatural.