It took a long time to wake up from winter's sleep, but Boston awakened with a jarring suddenness, like she slept through her alarm and now she's racing to make up for lost time. She'll gulp down her coffee, race to catch the bus, and suddenly we're glorying in sunshine, and these, too:
These fierce blooms, which sprang out nearly overnight. When the Boston winds blow, the petals swirl down like fragrant snow, laying in thick drifts on the grass underneath the trees, and when your foot meets them it slips as if on ice. Another sort of blizzard.