Lady Slippers in the wild will soon turn pink.
A real New England spring is tender, touching. The seasonal changes are not always dramatic or photogenic. I would have liked to share with you, for example, the carpets of tiny, blue forget-me-nots I saw all along the edge of a field yesterday, but my phone camera is not sensitive enough. In a photo, they would look like an undifferentiated smear of white.
Still, there is plenty to show, and I hope it’s all welcome, especially to those in the South who are already wilting in the heat of summer.
I found the Lady Slippers along a woodland trail. They will soon turn pink.
I liked the way the euonymus below spoke of new and old growing along together.
Wish I could share how wonderful those lilacs smell — or the fragrance everywhere of little lilies-of the-valley.
The quirky fairy bridge on the campus of Butler Hospital in Providence reminded me of similar ones in New York’s Central Park that filled me with delight during that sad year I was visiting my ailing sister.
In the next photo, I wanted to capture how tired that old wheel looked in the energetic sunshine.
I liked how the stone wall nurtures its floral decorations.
Erik finished the tree house — a triumph of his and a small child’s imagination and will.
After the crabapple blossoms come a couple of the signs I can never resist, including one honoring a local Korean War hero, featured in the recent film Devotion.
The talented costume designers for the decennial production of Little Women honored a local author with dolls featuring the main characters in her book. A lucky theatergoer with the right ticket number got the dolls after the show.
A little crafter is oblivious to all on a sunny spring day.
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