People. There’s stuff blooming in the bleeding middle of January. Either the plants are very confused, or this bush is very brave.
Here ’tis, lustily blooming on in the middle of a deep freeze. This was taken on the same day I went about looking at needle ice and leaves encased in ice. And right across the street from those frozen leaves, here’s this bush, acting like it was a warm spring day rather than the kind of weather that could freeze the toes off a sled dog.
It doesn’t even have the decency to look chilled. Chill, perhaps. Unfussed. Some of the plants here don’t seem to understand what winter is, or what a typical plant is supposed to do during it. Then again, it could be global warming.
This one has a fetching blue berry appearing here and there amongst the thick green foliage and the pink buds.
So this is obviously some sort of cultivated bush, likely imported from somewhere or other, and plunked down in an office park, where it happily blooms in the middle of winter. What is this brave plant, my darlings?