Springish

[rejectomorph]

This is the week when the mulberry tree, though still leafless, hides the afternoon sun at exactly the right hour so that I can use the computer without closing the drapes to prevent the glare through the window from blinding me. Thus, I'm able to look out at the pleasant scene of fluffy white clouds and fading camellias and lots of birds hopping about on the lawn, and it keeps distracting me from the monitor. I guess every blessing is a curse in disguise. But it won't be long before the mulberry is all foliage again and will block both the afternoon sun and most of the view. Then I'll be able to concentrate, at least as long as nobody brings any shiny objects into the room.

Tomorrow is the equinox, but the weather report forecasts colder temperatures and rain. The poor plants are getting so confused. Those which flowered in the warm days of February have mostly had their blossoms destroyed by icy March nights, and a few of them which held back some of their buds are now attempting to bloom again. If I were them, I wouldn't trust this month at all. I'd wait until May to bloom.

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I'd wait until May to bloom.

I seem to be waiting longer than that.