Discontinuity

[rejectomorph]

But a few days into spring and already the weather has turned summery. Still there are oaks which are entirely bare, as are the dogwoods across the street. The oak in my back yard seems to have recovered from the cold quite nicely, though, and has a proper coat of pale green leaves. The oak over the back fence has its leaves, but they remain an autumnal brown. It is all very strange. And the bees have yet to appear around the cherry blossoms. Other insects may do a bit of pollination, but without the bees, the crop is always very small. Still, the strangest thing is the heat of the sun. The air is pleasant in the shade, but it is uncomfortably hot in the direct sunliight. Strange days.