Here on the Outer Banks, longtime locals have a saying: if you don't like the weather, just wait an hour or two; it'll change.
December boasted record-setting warm days. My little front yard crab-apple tree, which had already come through fall and shed its leaves, quickly put out a new green leafy crop, complete with tiny apples. Frost and thin ice followed for New Year's Eve, reddening the apples in what must have seemed to the tree to be the shortest summer ever.
A scant 30 days later, and the tree was in full autumn, its leaves an out-of-season golden. January rocked between overnight lows in the upper 20s and highs in the 70s.
Now the leaves are falling again, and I wonder, what will the little tree do when spring comes in earnest? I'm betting it somehow finds the strength to go through its seasonal cycle all over again, hopefully in a more timely and leisurely fashion than its recent ready-set-go, cramming a year's worth of living in the past six weeks.
My crab apple's saga reminds me how resilient nature manages to be, how hopeful. The air turned warm, and my apple tree responded because, as the Geico commercial reminds us, that's what apple trees do. They grow apples.
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