Check it out. There’s a day in the forecast where the temperature is going to be over 80° f. It hasn’t been over 80 degrees here since October 15th! That’s over 6 months ago. Not only that, but it was only two weeks ago when the last remnants of Mt. Maddie finally succumbed to the heat of the day. Meteorological spring may have arrived six weeks ago, but it hasn’t felt like spring around here.
I follow lots of people from places where spring is blooming, bursting into large colorful life all around them. They have been sharing pictures of blossoming bushes and trees, bright flowers, green lawns and feet in flip-flops for weeks. I don’t want to say that “we got nothing” but… In fairness, we have signs. Hints. Precursors that tell us that springandsummer are right around the corner. In recent years, it seems that spring has been getting squeezed in New England. Winter has been hanging on a little longer but summer wants to show up on time.
I think this is because the Sam Adams brewery can’t find a good seasonal beer for spring. Winter Lager is pretty good. Summer Ale is good, if you like Ale. Oc-to-ber-fest is amazing and most people would tell you that they can’t start serving that soon enough. But Spring? Alpine Spring? Cold Snap? Noble Pils? Noble Pils was the worst.
I’ll let Sam off the hook. The fact of the matter is that we have to coax spring out of New England – it gives it up in a slow and not-so-steady pace. But there are signs.
Early Birds – I’ll start with my favorite signs. The Crocus. I probably should stick with the singular form here but we actually have about six croci (I looked it up, the preferred plural is crocuses, but croci is acceptable. Kind of like jacki being acceptable for more than one jackass in a group. No, I didn’t look that up, but it’s the term I use).
As we walked around the yard, we saw other early signs. Buds on the single white lilac that we have and, a week or so later, buds on the lilac-colored lilacs. Tulips popping up, nested alongside some chives that we have growing in an odd little space at the end of our driveway, and Daylilies trying to make a start under Maddie’s feet. A few hyacinths that have the benefit of the warmth from our foundation and a couple of Dandelions (yes, we consider them flowers around here). One other early sign is at work where the landscaping crew swept up the sand, mulched the flower beds and planted a few hearty flowers. It the 10 years that we’ve been in this building, those guys have never miscalculated the end of winter.
In recent days, encouraged by a few visits into the 70s, the ground cover is starting to bloom and those tulips opened up to share some color. The Forsythia has bloomed and things are turning green. The ants are digging out from under the walk and green is starting to mingle with brown. The surest sign of all is the line at the Dairy Cream. Soon enough, we’ll be complaining about heat.