Mostly we speak in measured ways about the strangeness of lost seasons. Favorite tree budding outside our building. It does get harder, though as the perfectly lovely Spring-like days last week turn to snow and cold this week. And it is 82 degrees in New York City!
Ten years ago on a visit to Portland we bought a skinny thing tagged as a plum tree at an environmental fair. Rachel and her spouse were surprised to find it on their return from a trip, planted it in their back yard. Growing more quickly and higher than we expected, produces prodigiously. Grandkids have a great time collecting fruit. Ron makes delicious tart plum jam.