By Vladimir Brezina
In New York City, temperatures are reaching into the 60s or even 70s each day. Crocuses and daffodils are out, two or three weeks earlier than usual. Even some fruit trees are beginning to flower in Central Park. Nobody expects Winter to come back any more.
Yesterday, I inspected “our” patch of land in the park. Since late November, it’s been lying dormant under a thick blanket of dry leaves. We have visited it dutifully but without much expectation. But now, all of a sudden, it has sprung to life!
Among the dry leaves, pushing up vigorously, is an abundant crop of blue, purple, and white crocuses
with dazzling yellow-orange centers.
Wait, was that a bee?!
Yes, indeed! The first bee since that memorable Indian Summer day last October.
Looking closer, I see other insects too. Some are sitting, to my eye still a bit lethargically, on last year’s detritus…
… but others are busy inspecting the crocus flowers
and drinking their nectar.
A thousand little signs tell me that Spring has Sprung!