i read a nytimes article recently about a designer who was from nyc, but had been living in miami for twenty years, and was now moving back to nyc. when asked what was prompting the move, he said “the weather is always the same here. it is hard to mark the passing of time. i looked in them mirror one day and i had gotten old. but i couldn’t recall the years.” i knew exactly what he meant after living in california for graduate school. we have the opposite problem here in the north, and in minnesota in particular. our seasons are so distinct and the transitions so abrupt, that it can sometimes feel like an assault.we’ve actually seen 70 degree temperature changes in a single day. but, it also means that every year does indeed have four unambiguous seasons burned into our memories to help us keep track of the passing of time. and now it appears we will be doing it yet again with this spring. our temps have been hovering in the 40’s. the buds are swollen but nowhere near ready to burst. but i am looking at the forecast, and i see we are headed into four consecutive days in the 60’s. by tuesday, i predict we will be living in a fairy world of feathery red maple blossoms and tiny chartreuse leaves. until then, i’m jumping the gun with these store bought quince blossoms.