Spring comes a lot later here than for most of my friends. Even for Vermont, we’re late: we live in a cold pocket, a micro-climate colder than surrounding locales. Some springs there will be black locust blossoms just half a mile down the road, at the bottom of the hill, whereas at our place, a cold snap will have nipped them in the bud – literally. We get locust blossoms (which are delicious in salads, by the way) about 2 years in 3.
And our daffodils, apples, and lilacs bloom about 2-3 weeks later than Burlington or Montpelier. This year, with friends in New York posting pictures of daffodils and crocuses a month ago, I was starting to despair of spring ever coming – but it has.