Gray, sub-freezing days do not inspire me to do much of anything…except, maybe to crawl under the covers with a good book. I am not a winter person, probably due to those many New York winters of endless snow shoveling. A few weeks ago, on a rare day out, I treated myself to a visit to the local garden shop. This isn’t just any shop; this one is owned/connected to the Anthropologie store across the highway. And, it is one of my absolutely favorite places to wander and to linger. As with its parent store, the displays and merchandise are always original, creative and over-sized. Such was the case of the huge tin urn filled with eight-foot tall tree branches sporting lots and lots of fuzzy buds…some sprouting gorgeous hot pink flowers! It was two degrees outside. Inside, there were flowers…blooming! An unexpected sign of spring. So refreshing.
Looking out my back door a few days later, I noticed a tree that had some fuzzy buds on it. Could it be? I grabbed my clippers, crawled over the pile of snow and ice left by the plow, and cut some branches. (Mine were NOT eight feet tall. Maybe, two feet, if I was being gracious.) I scrounged up a vase and arranged my finds in a sunny spot on my kitchen table. And then, I waited. And waited. Nothing, for days; for weeks, even. Ready to give up and toss them out, I grabbed the bunch…but, there right in the middle of my hand, I noticed this little pink thing peeking out! The next day, nothing new. D-A-Y-S later, a few more fuzzy buds yielded a hint of pink. This morning, I counted nine. Not splashy over-sized Anthropologie-worthy blooms…but, for me, still, a truly encouraging sign of the new season to come…and it can’t do that too soon for me.
UPDATE, March 2: Nearly all the fuzzy pods have popped! I have the promise of Spring on my kitchen table! Tried to take a photo, but it all doesn’t fit in the frame…isn’t that wonderful?