Mad at the flowering trees

The flowering trees all burst into blossom over the last week or so, making the town look a good deal more spring-like. And once again it is two months late, and once again it's making me angry.

The feeling I had about the trees when they came out was the feeling of being at a party, you went along out of a feeling of obligation to the host, and some big performance was promised, but you went there, you stayed for a while, and it didn't happen. Your good friends start to leave at about 10pm, and you're thinking of leaving too but you're stuck in a boring conversation. You're just waiting for them to finish their story and you'll go, "So! I think I'll head off as well." But before that happens, the host comes out, all a-twitter, and says, "They're here! They're ready! They're about to start. Everybody! Come here! They're about to start!" And so you stay, and you find yourself standing in the front row with a fake smile pasted on your face, and it gets to be 11, and 12, and you're still stuck at this party pretending you're enjoying this performance, which is actually pretty good, but it's really late, and you wish you had gone home hours ago.

That's how I was feeling about the flowering trees.