Isn’t spring glorious? We arrived home to a city in full bloom. Elegant old trees bursting forth on every street corner. I asked my mother if spring in Michigan was this colorful because I don’t remember it being so, and there is still a certain novelty I feel toward spring in New England. I nearly drive off the road every time I see an abundance of blossoms.
And yet this spring feels different than last. For one, the blossoms have arrived at a later date and things are moving along rather slowly in my garden. At this time last year I was already nearing my first harvest of radishes, spinach and lettuce. This year, the shoots have barely broken the surface. I’ve also noticed that many of the trees seem to be holding out, still waiting for warmer days. All of the magnolia are in bloom, as well as the apple blossoms, but many of the most magnificent cherry trees are still budding. I guess we’re moving rather slowly into spring this year. One warm day forward, two cold days back.
Oh to return to a city draped in pink. Aren’t we lucky? Despite missing grandma and papa something terrible, the boys are just thrilled to continue playing outside. That’s the problem with going away during the winter months- you come home to snow. But when you go away in early spring, you return to warm weather and afternoons spent in the backyard. And thank goodness for that…it certainly helped lessen the blow of reentry into real life.