By the time we leave Houston, spring has come and gone, but the season comes late on Maine’s coast so when we arrive late May spring is just beginning. Except for playing havoc with my allergies, experiencing spring a second time is a delight.
Those first days here trees have barely budded, but after a couple of days of rain followed by sunshine they will sport their innocent green.
Tulips are good for a few more days, and there are other flowers waiting to burst forth as they bow their heads until next year.
Overnight it seems, poppies are everywhere. I have learned, however, that it is best to leave them on their stems as they do not hold up well after they are cut.
Dianthus line the path along the rock wall
and rhododendron replace azaleas with their clusters of white, pink and fuchsia blooms.
The first peonies bloom
and are teasers for all the glory that will appear in another week or so.
Bachelor buttons shyly say hello
and then there are these
the names of which I have forgotten.
Maybe you can help.
Yes, spring the second time around is a gift freely given and gladly received, and the good news is that here flowers will be, as my daughter says, brave and outspoken all summer.
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