This morning, on the way to work, I walked down clear sidewalks: some recent rain and mild temperatures had washed them nearly clean of last week’s snow and sleet. I’ve been snapping photos of crocuses and snowdrops, stepping around the occasional clump of hardened snow. There’s rain and wintry mix in the forecast for next […]
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Spring, in fits and starts
Posted in musings, tagged Boston, change, daily life, growth, hope, pandemic, seasons, spring, vitality on March 9, 2023| 3 Comments »
#31things: signs of spring.
Posted in musings, tagged #31things, crocuses, daffodils, flowers, hope, plants, snowdrops, spring, The Secret Garden on March 5, 2021| Leave a Comment »
To quote Ben Weatherstaff: “crocuses an’ snowdrops an’ daffydowndillys.” I search for them amid the dirty snow. They are delight, relief, joy—a splash of hope when everything is still grey.
The colors of early spring
Posted in musings, tagged attention, Boston, color, flowers, seasons, spring on March 2, 2020| 5 Comments »
We haven’t had a lot of snow (yet) this winter (though I hesitate to discount March, having lived in Boston this long). It’ll be a while yet before everything is green, but I’ve been noticing the colors of early spring on my walks lately. In addition to the browns of mud and tree trunks, and […]
a snowdrop story
Posted in musings, tagged Anne Shirley, attention, Cambridge, delight, flowers, joy, snowdrops, spring, winter on March 22, 2019| Leave a Comment »
The calendar has flipped, officially, to spring. The piles of snow (mostly) melted while I was on vacation in San Diego, though the wind’s still got a bite, most days. But this week, I was still searching for a reliable sign of spring: the snowdrops I watch for every year. I’ve been seeing tiny […]
Marking time by flowers
Posted in musings, tagged attention, Cambridge, flowers, gardens, growth, plants, seasons, spring, time on May 30, 2018| 2 Comments »
It begins with the snowdrops: shy and white, pushing their way through the frozen ground when the snow melts just enough to let them through. Then the crocuses – those tiny, fierce fighters, deep purple and lavender and sometimes bright gold. The forsythia come next – “fountains of pale gold,” as L.M. Montgomery wrote – […]
Edging toward spring
Posted in musings, tagged flowers, grit, growth, hope, seasons, spring, winter on April 11, 2018| 3 Comments »
The forsythia are late this year. I usually spot their electric-yellow blossoms toward the end of February: they are sometimes an early sign of winter’s end. But although my friend Amy brought an armful of boughs inside to force them in midwinter, I only spotted them blooming outside last week. The crocuses, my faithful little […]
Poetry Friday: Alicia Suskin Ostriker
Posted in books, musings, tagged Alicia Suskin Ostriker, crocuses, flowers, hope, National Poetry Month, poetry, seasons, spring on April 6, 2018| 6 Comments »
The City Crocuses Up they come—the yellow ones fierce as fighters and the purples shy and tender wind funneling up from the river blasts me in face and throat, winter gone, and there’s more, the walk to the subway today made me smile because others were smiling secretly to themselves, a few caught my eye […]
Sprouting.
Posted in musings, tagged Cambridge, crocuses, daffodils, flowers, growth, hope, seasons, snowdrops, spring, sprouts, tulips on February 28, 2018| 8 Comments »
The crocuses in that triangular bed across from my beloved Darwin’s. The daffodils tucked up against brick walls in Cambridge flowerbeds. The witch hazel in front of the Harvard Art Museums. Snowdrops tangled in the ground cover on a side street near my office. Something’s coming, Tony sings in West Side Story. Something good, if […]
A saving kind of blue
Posted in friendship, musings, tagged attention, Cambridge, daily life, flowers, seasons, spring, walks on May 18, 2017| 5 Comments »
After this long, gray, lingering winter, the spring in Cambridge has surprised me, as it does every year. This is my seventh spring in New England, and each time it feels entirely new: the slow budding of the bare trees, the first crocuses and snowdrops, the daffodils sprouting up in flowerbeds and in glorious scattered […]
cakes, tea and dreams 