Something I love to do in the late winter is force blossoms. I learned it from Martha Stewart when I was in high school. No, not like she personally taught me, I think I read it in her magazine. Anyway, each winter I would look for the little leaf-buds to develop on my mom's forsythia bush and then I'd cut some and bring them inside where they'd open (it takes about a week).
But now I don't have a forsythia. Nope. I'm going to plant one here 'cause its my favorite (how can you not feel good looking at a big yellow plant that's killing itself to grow flowers just to make the world happy?) but I haven't gotten around to it.
So this year I just hacked a branch off my cherry tree. The blossoms opened yesterday--aren't they cheery?