Growing up in California I became accustomed to a calendar of my own making: October 1 through the day after Thanksgiving = Fall (even if the temperatures were still in the high 80′s I’d wear brown every day to celebrate my favorite season). The day after Thanksgiving through January 2nd = Winter. The rest was spring until it got hot, or it was June and I was ready to call it summer.
Now that I live in New England I’m learning that the printed calendar that announces the beginning of each season is pretty accurate. Who knew? Winter was a glorious time-warp dressed in white. Our first Massachusetts winter was perfect for these transplants as it only snowed on the weekends and these magic people plowed the driveway and shoveled the walk all the way up the front door (I “heart” renting). It looked exactly the same outside on December 15 as it did on March 15 – fascinating!
And then it happened. The Red Sox won on opening day, the snow had finally melted and all of these trees that I thought were beautiful with nothing on them put on a fashion show like I’d never seen! When we moved here in November I had no idea that all of these trees and bushes had flowers or leaves hibernating inside. Our “back yard” is wetlands which apparently are the home to peepers (wee little frogs) that sing from dusk till dawn. You can hear the cacophony with windows closed and the TV on! Our little nest continues to be a place of delight and discovery.
Here are some images from my morning walk to Verrill Farm in Concord. It’s a beautiful and ambitious trek but the prize is a freshly baked scone that is still warm if you can believe it!
Now that I live in New England I’m learning that the printed calendar that announces the beginning of each season is pretty accurate. Who knew? Winter was a glorious time-warp dressed in white. Our first Massachusetts winter was perfect for these transplants as it only snowed on the weekends and these magic people plowed the driveway and shoveled the walk all the way up the front door (I “heart” renting). It looked exactly the same outside on December 15 as it did on March 15 – fascinating!
And then it happened. The Red Sox won on opening day, the snow had finally melted and all of these trees that I thought were beautiful with nothing on them put on a fashion show like I’d never seen! When we moved here in November I had no idea that all of these trees and bushes had flowers or leaves hibernating inside. Our “back yard” is wetlands which apparently are the home to peepers (wee little frogs) that sing from dusk till dawn. You can hear the cacophony with windows closed and the TV on! Our little nest continues to be a place of delight and discovery.
Here are some images from my morning walk to Verrill Farm in Concord. It’s a beautiful and ambitious trek but the prize is a freshly baked scone that is still warm if you can believe it!
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