Since Seoul has refused to cooperate this year, and winter has refused to release its icy deathgrip, I’m going to take a lesson from my mother and do some forcing.
Every year around this time, my mother returns from her early morning walks in our coastal New England town with armfuls of branches. Forsythia, to be precise. She steals them from neighbors’ yards* so that they may grace her kitchen table. They aren’t much to look at in the beginning, but sure enough, with a little warm water and some encouragement, they soon burst into brilliant yellow blooms.
Since there are no trees in Seoul** from which to steal, this week I’m going to force spring with a little re-visit to Singapore, where frankly, it was summer. Warm, green, colorful, skirt-wearing, blue sky, afternoon thunderstorm, outdoor dining, evening rooftop summer.
* May or may not be true.
** May or may not be an exaggeration.