a week of spring: primrose
Sunday I just spent the last five days in Stoddard and Lebanon, New Hampshire, where the weather can turn from calm to angry in a matter of minutes. If you can drive there this time of year, you can drive anywhere. In the past few weeks, I’ve experienced getting stuck on a hill after a heavy snow (and driving white-knuckled down steep Pitcher Mountain), driving 40 miles an hour on 89 because of blinding fog, facing both hail and sleet head-on, and inching my way home through a rain storm that my wipers could barely keep up with. There is still snow on the ground there and little vegetation to speak of. I pulled into my driveway last night and couldn’t believe what I saw. Even at night, I could see my forsythia bush blazing and the grass looked lush and green. Spring, my friends, literally began while I was away. Today, I wandered around my yard to see what plants were coming back to life. Joyfully, I see nearly everything peeking up with the …