Signs of Spring #3

My mother tells me there are daffodils and crocuses coming up in California. Here, it was 25 degrees with a “real feel” of 12 when I left my house this morning. (Had to break out the dreaded fuzzy hat!) Spring flowers are not so keen on 25-degree temps, so they are taking their sweet time peeking out of the ground.

This weekend Brian and I took a brief stroll through the southern section of Central Park, and, man, is it bleak. In the Ramble, there’s nary a leaf to be seen on naked tree branches stretching over hills topped by grey schist boulders left by glaciers.

But over by the Boat Pond, we came upon a set of small, arching trees that were covered in tiny buds that look like they’ll explode into yellow flowers before too long. Very exciting! I would have taken a photo but for menacing clouds that made us speed up our walk.

So instead, here’s Brian at the pond, (also called Conservatory Water) shortly before the deluge.