Some of my garden shrubs are exhibiting extremely strange behaviour this autumn. Like the May bush, the Banksia rose, and the honeysuckle that smothers the outdoor loo.
It would seem they aren’t sure what season it is. When they ought to be winding down and closing up shop for the winter, they are putting out just one or two isolated sprays of blossom!
Totally out of season, but the plants, like the animals, have been so confused by the strange weather this last year that they seem to be having a bet each way.
Just in case this autumn is spring, and the other spring doesn’t come, their genes have told them to bloom, but only tentatively.