It has been above, at, or near 80 degrees since January 1st.  It’s one of the joys of living in L.A.  It’s why people move here from all over the country.  It’s hard to believe anyone would be grumpy about it.  And generally, I’m not.  Except for this:

Bud pop.  That branch is on my Shiro plum tree.  She’s a bit of a hussy, my Shiro, and flares skirt at the first sign of spring (I was also told she needed a pollinator.  I’ve never had to plant one.).  But we do get frosts here.  Sometimes well into March and April.  If this keeps up, she’ll bloom and then a frost will hit and there goes this year’s batch of Hussy liqueur.

And that’s just my lil tree.  What about an orchard full of them in Ojai?  I love wearing short sleeves to the office, but this is getting ridiculous.  Yes, boo hoo and all that.  I just know it won’t last and want it to end before all the trees are tricked into thinking spring has sprung.