Signs of Spring #4 (for real this time)

Today is gray and gloomy, but pick up your chin because I have irrefutable proof that spring is coming, even for us New Yorkers who haven’t seen anything green in months.

I wandered through what I call the “secret garden” during lunch yesterday and what I saw gave me hope. No, I won’t tell you where it is—then it won’t be secret, silly. But it is near Bret Harte’s childhood home. (Go Bullfrogs!)






There was still snow on the ground, but peeking up through it were bulbs that in my professional estimation will be tulips or daffodils or irises. Hooray!

There were also several bushes that were budded. Maybe my mom can tell me what these are. I think one may be a rhododendron?

This bizarre tree has already exploded into cool yellow pom-poms of blossoms.

And look! The very first crocus I’ve seen this year. A real, bona fide spring flower, everyone. Please try to contain yourselves. We still have to get through at least this cold, crappy week. But March is on the horizon! Then April! Then, dare we say it? Summer!

Update: 4:16 p.m.: I accidentally found out what the crazy yellow tree is: witch-hazel! Apparently it always blooms in the winter, so I don't know if that counts as a harbinger of spring, but I'll take it. And hey, what's up with the no comments? Youz guys don't like spring, or what?