Aftermath

It's been such amazing weather here. I do not mean amazing in a good way. The sheer amount of rain has been unprecedented. We have become adept at detours because a road is blocked by water. Weather forecasts, instead of bringing advisories about snow totals, are chock full of rivers and when they will crest. Trees just knocked over, potholes and chunks missing out of the roads, puddles in the middle of lawns as there is nowhere for the water to go. My parents have gained a lake in their yard complete with ducks who are enjoying the new place to land. As my friend pointed out it does indeed seem to be raining ducks because they are everywhere. I did see a Great Blue heron at swollen brook on my walk this evening. At least the birds seem happy about all this water.

It was indeed a welcome respite to attend the Boston Flower show last weekend. After is was cancelled last year (thanks a lot MassHort for screwing that up), the show resumed in a new location. My usual partner, my Mom, was felled by a nasty stomach flu so I was on my own. I missed having her with me.



The flowers were beautiful and it just smelled like Spring. I did get too close to a cactus that left a few tiny, fine as hair spikes in my hand that took a lot of time with tweezers to remove. The animals made out of flowers were clever and the large aviary had doves, parakeets, pheasants and comically cute Bobwhite quails.



It does indeed feel like a hard won Spring. Winter was not too brutal here this year but it still took it's toll. It seems that more than just me is ready to put the last month behind and have a fresh start.