The flowers on the witch hazels opened within a few days of the temperature rising above freezing. One large clump of crocuses that had begun flowering in January before the blizzard resumed blooming as if six weeks of bitter cold and continuous snow had never happened. As the snow recedes the buds of the early crocuses and snowdrops are pushing out and need only a little sunshine to open.
The Watnong cut-leaf maple is a tree of consummate beauty. It is pruned at least two times each year so you can see through it and admire the architecture of its branches, framed by clouds of dark green foliage flushed with ruby.
In October its leaves steadily color to an intense burnt umber and scarlet that dazzles in the sun. Then a day comes when the leaves fall all at once, forming a pool of molten ore under the bare branches.
But I think I loved that tree most of all when its graceful branches were etched under a mantle of fresh-fallen snow.