Today, I see three sprays of yellow witch hazel, which burst into partial bloom with the afternoon's balmy warmth.
We'll see how those spare blossoms fare now, with temperatures falling into the 40s and a wild northwest wind battering the bamboo and waving the sweet gum branches.
I remind myself that the witch hazel is hardy and used to such shenanigans. It's bloomed in far worse. Plus ... those small yellow flowers are out among us now — and there's nothing that winter can do about that.
(The witch hazel in two feet of snow in 2010.)