Spring, I know you’re out there.
The calendar may say February 24 and the thermometer may read a bone-chilling 26 degrees this morning.
But spring, you can’t hide forever. I caught a glimpse of you this morning, and I know it won’t be long before you’re really here, showing off your stuff.
Signs of spring, you ask? Sounds crazy, I know. This time of year in New England, the skiers and snowboarders and sledders are reveling in the deep snows of late winter while the rest of us wonder how many more days before we can put the snow shovel away for good.
I examine the lilacs outside my front door and the glorious magnolia tree outside my office each morning for signs of swelling buds. Today I brushed aside the layer of leaves in the daffodil border to confirm my suspicions—tiny green shoots emerging! (I covered them right back up.)
But as I walked to my office in Thomas Greenman House, I witnessed my very favorite sign that spring is truly on its way—the bright yellow blooms of the Witch Hazel outside the Planetarium.
Gotcha, spring. I know you can’t stay away much longer.
