I took this picture on December 13. This tree blooms at the weirdest times of year, we usually notice it in the winter months. I don't quite understand what the survival advantage of this is, since there aren't that many bugs around to fertilize it and greedy squirrels eat the buds.
Thus Leigh and I make fun of it as we pass by. We say "Stupid tree!" "hey moron, it's january!" We are cruel that way. The tree is stoic and unresponsive, typical for the Nordic character of the city.