Monday, 30 January 2012
out of season
The quince bush is confused by the harum-scarum winter we've been having ( or maybe not having would be more truthful) and is putting out tender new buds.
Buds. In late January. And they were pretty and new and breathtakingly sweet and a lovely harbinger of spring-yet-to-come
and it snowed this afternoon.
It was a quick storm, actually, threw first snow, then rain on the area then left, sullenly grumbling about coastal temperatures and tidal pulls, how inland there'd be woods and fields that would be fine dumping grounds, fine...then it blew itself gustily away and we were left with stillness.
Now the air is still and questioning and everything is crisp and hushed and waiting, somehow.
I know it's winter. I know.
*sigh* But I was rooting for those dainty little out-of-season quince buds.