The bare branches tossing against that sunset sky with its seashell colors evoked February, not April. I felt kind of sad. I know that in a few neighborhoods, just south of where I live, the trees are leafing and the buds are budding. And truly, I hate it when it gets too hot too fast.
The Bradford pear trees in the city, my neighbor's ornamental cherry and one redbud have started to bloom. I miss my pink dogwood, though. Last year, killing frost destroyed the blooms. This year, I see the buds, but where are those lovely pink flowers?
I'm anxious. I'm not much of a gardener, so I rely on my trees.