Wednesday, November 30, 2011
I am a creature of habit. I mean, who isn't? Coffee in the morning, wine at night, sun in the east, dipping west, witch hazels in February...the usual.
When you become used to something any disturbance in its accepted pattern rattles you. And when I walked past the camellia on Pacific Street yesterday and saw it in bloom behind the scarlet-leafed Japanese maple, my knees went funny. It's supposed to bloom in March. March! It is not a fall camellia.
So we had that October snowstorm. And now this week, at the end of November, the weather is balmy. The tight round green buds opened.
It's just that...I was looking forward to March, with its April grand finale.
March without the camellia.
What do its owners think?
Talk about signs and portents. It doesn't get much more serious than this.
I may have to leave a note.