Seasonal Anachronism

In walking about the neighborhood this week, I've seen something I have never seen before: spring happening in January.

Admittedly, if all those pink flowering trees want to bloom around my birthday, I can't complain. That might be the only time such a thing happens in my life, assuming I remain in the northern hemisphere. It makes me nervous, though. It's only January, little flowers and leaves! Don't burst out of the branches too soon--it could still snow.

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