A year ago tomorrow, Ferndale was covered in snow.* Today, temps were around 63F/17.2C with the sun playing hide and seek in the wake of a lightning-filled night. Near the university, all manner of things were in bloom such as naturalized daffodils, forget-me-nots and henbit. It’s not unusual to see those things west of the city either around this time of year. So, it wasn’t unreasonable to expect to see little violets or other sweets smiling in the dormant turf.
Combing the lawn, none but a tiny white weed flower raised its head above the damp.
Daunted and with eyes to the ground, the search for floral life continued. This time, it was not the eyes, but nose, that made the discovery. In a wilder part of the yard, the sweetest perfume drew me to a small shrub. The plant would be almost anonymous among the saltbush, small pines and jasmine vines, except for this burst of glistening white clusters and pink buds. Its blossoms were abuzz with pollinating flies and at least one honeybee.
It was a good day.