Six weeks - winter chill to spring rains to summer heat

 

Spring Comes to New England in mud and blossoming splendor.

Winter finally lets go its grip.  The maple sap runs.  It’s mud time. And then blossoms on bushes and trees, daffodil to peony burst forth. “It’s spring when the world is puddle-wonderful.”  EE Cummings

 

“Ten thousand flowers in spring, the moon in autumn,
a cool breeze in summer, snow in winter.
If your mind isn't clouded by unnecessary things,
this is the best season of your life.”  Wu-Men

 

Red maples, gentle red in spring turn deep green.  The spring paints the hills in a thousand shades of green. Finally the only snow is the blossoms in white profusion

The air fills with the songs of birds once again.  Cardinals flash red; doves coo softly.  Frogs calls ping in ponds.  Then it is mid May and the black fly season, but it too gives way, this time to the humidity and heat that will bring the delicious tomatoes and corn in Farmers’ Markets. 

 Red azaleas give way to richly colored and snow white rhododendrons.

Daffodils give way to peonies.

 

I thought I had forgotten,
But it all came back again
To-night with the first spring thunder
In a rush of rain. Sara Teasdale