Saturday, April 16, 2011
As I write the wind is howling, the climbing roses have torn loose, I have turned the heat on in the apartment and New York is under flood watch. I wonder how Central Park's cherry blossoms are faring. It seems we caught them just in time.
In the meantime, from yesterday's terrace, violets.
The lilies are growing an inch a day, it seems, the roses are forming buds, the strawberries have tight green knots of embryonic flowers, and the poor violas are screwing up their eyes in the face of the whipping gale.
Spring might be back tomorrow.