Posts Tagged ‘spring’
Spring in New England
New Englanders are a reserved bunch. My sister-in-law down South moved to a new home at the same time I moved to where I live now. Within a week, she had five pies on her doorstep. Here, it took me three months to meet my first neighbor. Which is why spring in New England is…
Read MoreNaming of Parts — Odds Are
I was going to link to this poem today — it is one of my favorites and I try to read it every spring. But it is gray and rainy here, so I thought we needed something more upbeat. In my family, I am notorious for becoming infatuated with a song and playing it obsessively,…
Read MoreSpring Has Sprung
It is spring, and the bloody bluebird, instead of laying eggs, is sitting on my bird feeder, gobbling up the grubs and then flying his fuzzy blue you-know-what off to someone else’s nesting box. (To be fair, the bluebirds DID begin a nest, but their nest has disappeared and a chickadee is happily building there…
Read MoreFlyby
It has been pointed out to me that I’ve been sounding a wee bit melancholy lately. I suppose I am. Living in New England is a special gift. You see, first hand, how fast the time goes with the changing of the seasons, how quickly the buds blossom and disappear. Heck, sometimes we don’t have…
Read MoreSpring Ahead
When we moved to our current house, eight years ago, I bought a bag of 100 daffodil bulbs. It seemed a ridiculous number, a luxurious indulgence, and as I planted the brown lumps I imagined a riot of yellow color, uncountable riches poking through the ground to announce Spring’s arrival. It’s my favorite season, and…
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