Okay, enough with the cold and wind and rain and sleet and never-ending winter weather. The ap on my phone lies to me every day, and those cheerful weather reporters have become really irritating. Here in New England, our temperature readings may be normal for this time of year, but the wind never lets up.…
As we speed toward autumn, the nights are coming earlier, and the mornings arrive later. The calendar is winding down toward September, and today the air feels as it did when I dressed in plaid and scuffled my way through the leaves on my way to school. There is still a hint of humidity, and…
Last week I went to the Mt Holyoke College greenhouse show of spring bulbs. Like the show at Elizabeth Park in Hartford, it is an annual extravaganza of color and a real shot-in-the-arm for those of us that are more than ready for the end of winter. Just seeing all that color was intoxicating. The…
Last week I awoke to the lovely sound of a bird singing outside my bedroom window. It was so lovely to lie there contemplating the arrival of spring, and the end of winter here in New England. However, after a while it dawned on me that the bird song was uncharacteristically regular and sort of…