Typically by the end of the first week of May, everything is blooming. Lilacs, tulips, lily of the valley, Mayflowers, masses of dandelions, Solomon’s seal.
Though not quite in flower, green spears of day lily and spiderwort would be up. I’d see carpets of wild strawberry. The forsythia would be brilliant yellow and fresh, golden green leaves would be popping on the maple trees.
Not this year. This is a slow spring, a late spring. I don’t know if our roses survived for they look rather dead … and these being hedge roses, I thought they could survive anything.
Our May woods looks like a March woods. Everything will catch up, eventually … but this is the latest spring I remember in my lifetime.