In many ways this is possibly the nicest week of the year. The sun is bright, the sky is blue, and the weather is warm. Maple trees are tinged with red flowers. Yellow is the color of the season – forsythia, daffodil, and sunshine. That rumble on the road is a tractor instead of an oil truck. Ferns are unfurling gracefully from the earth. And driving in to work this morning I see there are a few trees just beginning to show some green leaves. Hallelujah.
I keep plants in the back bedroom over the winter – indeed, they are scattered all over the house to wait out the cold. In my kitchen I keep the seven-foot-tall Brugmansia, mainly because I cannot move the enormous pot any further. Today it went back into the screen porch, soon to be moved to its summer home on the deck.
So begins the growing season in New Hampshire: short, sweet, and hopeful.