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Photos: John and Suzanne’s Mom, except for one.

Midsommar arrived with a heat wave in these parts, and now it’s summer. I decided to round up some things that caught my eye in spring before I start shooting summer.

Above is a Minuteman Park garden at the Buttrick House, featuring iris and peonies.

Wild iris bloom near a New Shoreham pond, and a flowery display decorates Wayland Avenue in Providence.

Rhododendrons on my early morning walk. The North Bridge in Concord. A well-loved antique car.

A weasel on the terrace at my retirement community — lots of excitement.

Sandra M. Kelly shot the photo of the Painted Rock, artist unknown. The work shows the island’s North Light, presumably at sunset.

I liked the early shadows at a playhouse I saw on my walk.

The stone fence near the historic house Smilin’ Through has a sweet view of Fresh Pond.

I bought a wonderful carrot-ginger soup at the farmers market. And I talked to a woman who was selling bottle-cap art and making more as she waited for customers.

Giant sushi rolls. (Just kidding. It’s sod.)

Early morning shadows.

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Most of the photos and videos from my walks this spring are self-explanatory. The lady slippers are gone now, but it was exciting to revisit the spot where so many of them grow together.

Yellowwood leaves and blossoms move in the breeze like a magical curtain.

I was really into leaves — ginkgo leaves, oak leaves, tulip tree leaves.

Below, Beauty bush, barberry blossoms — and in the woods, Canadian mayflower and starflower.

Wild iris, horse chestnut, dandelions, dame’s rocket, peonies.

The bees are in love with what my app calls Desert false indigo.

The photo of the wavelike bike rack by indigenous sculptor Peruko Ccopacatty was taken by Suzanne in New Shoreham.

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Looking at streams swollen by yesterday’s rain, I began thinking about Scuffy the Tugboat.

“The water moved in a hurry, as all things move in a hurry when it is Spring. Scuffy was in a hurry, too. ‘Come back little tugboat, come back,’ cried the little boy.”

Remember?

A farmers market in Providence was undaunted by the rain. The farmer at the farmstand here joked that the puddle was just a matter of hydroponic gardening. In other photos, I show peonies and a sign buffeted by the storm — and a rabbit too busy foraging to worry about cameras.

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