However, something has been happening. The trees bloom earlier each year. It might be global warming, but I more suspect someone is refining the cultivars and selecting for earlier blooming.
Regardless, they are putzing with my seasonal clock, and seeing these white blooms yesterday left me with that residual sadness that comes with progressively shorter and cooler days. I'll need some lake time to burn this funk out.
Please note: It is not even summer yet. We have two more weeks of spring left.
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