It’s been a proper spring day here today.  The Snowdrift crabapple is in full flower and the sheep are enjoying grazing on new grass in the filed right next to the tree.  

April snowstorms are a familiar, if unwelcome, feature of spring in New England, where winter often lingers well beyond its expected end.

Mud season in New Hampshire and Vermont arrives in early spring, when winter loosens its grip and the frozen ground begins to thaw.

By March, something shifts, and I find myself craving the scent of living things—the damp, earthy smell of fresh soil and the faint green sweetness of new growth.

Tulips are among the most photographed flowers because of their simple elegance and remarkable variety.

A gift of potted tulips in late winter feels like a quiet promise set on the windowsill.

"These March winds which make the woods roar and fill the world with life and bustle, appear to wake up the trees out of their winter sleep and excite the sap to flow". - -Henry David Thoreau

Morning coffee, shorts, t -shirts, top down...hurry Spring!