It’s a pretty river. Small compared to the Blackstone — which itself is not a giant. But this is an elegant little river, curving prettily through woods and miniature beaches where people picnic, fish, and sometimes bathe.
Not this day, though. It was too chilly for any kind of outside getting wet. Maybe next week.
Spring has well and truly sprung. A month ago, it was winter. Now, it’s summer. Air-conditioning and all. Oh, and did I mention the pollen? The pollen is in hyper-drive. Everything is coated in green, from the cars to the windows. Everyone is sneezing. Runny eyes. Coughs. Congestion.
That’s way spring arrives in New England. It seems like it will never come … then it bursts, full bore and everything blooms at the same time.
Today was so beautiful. A perfect spring day with just the beginnings of leaves on the trees.
JUST SO YOU ALL KNOW: I’m not going to spend the whole day online, so if I haven’t answered your comment or read today’s post, it’s because I just want to relax and enjoy this beautiful sunny day. Tomorrow I’ll be back.
Born and living most of my life in the northeast, Mother’s Day means springtime to me. It’s also my son’s birthday (appropriate). Daffodils, tulips, dandelions, lilacs, violet. Wildflowers and nesting robins.
We don’t always get much of a spring season in New England, but we’re getting a lovely one this year. It’s payback for the winter of our discontent.
In March we were buried under ten feet of snow. In April, it rained steadily every day and most nights for almost two weeks. When the rain stopped, the snow was gone. Or nearly.
And now — it’s May. Our world is full of flowers. The trees have baby leaves with a hint of gold. The magnolia and forsythia are blooming. Waiting time is over. From until winter comes again, are world is a riot of color, warm sunny days, shorts, tee shirts, and barbecue.