In Manhattan, all of the trees on the avenues are in bloom, but up north we're just starting to get some serious buds on the trees and bushes. After a night of gentle misty rain, the buds on this magnolia seemed to swell up instantly making for a lovely lace against the dark morning sky.
It will be a race to see if it will bloom before the next weather roller coaster ride brings us some frost. There is a chance that the buds will stay nice and tight and make it through the frost, so only the tips get a little frostbite.
I'm going to hope for that.
A few years ago when we had a warm February, all of my flowers came up early. I was so happy! There were blooms everywhere and they looked magnificent. But then, as it usually does when we have a warm early Spring, an ice storm came along. Every single flower died. And not only did the blooms die off in a single night, but all of the foliage died as well.
This meant that not a single one of the flowers that bloomed that early Spring survived to bloom another year.
So while I am enjoying the buds, I am very cautious in my optimism. I am looking forward to them opening, but like with any new tiny little growing thing, I worry about it's safety.
Maybe I shouldn't worry so much. These things have a way of working themselves out.