Where Spring Takes Her Time.
The goldenrods of September are seven months away as I write this on the 8th of April, a day that started with an inch of snow. I have been back in New England for five years, and in not one of those years has there been an April I considered spring. The local nurseries do not agree, and in three weeks will offer tomatoes and petunias with a sign behind the cash register warning that nothing is safe outside until May 31. And there will be weeks so cold and wet in June that even zucchini seeds rot. I live in Southern New Hampshire, about twenty miles from the Massachusetts line. Four miles east of here in Goffstown , one can, on a clear day, drive up one of the Uncanoonuc hills and see an insurance building in Boston. I am a born volunteer and the gardener who renovated, designed , and cares for the gardens at the Goffstown Historical Society. I also belong to the Bow New Hampshire Garden club and help with their gardens. I had a blog on Blogger years ago, but we...