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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.

Glory-of-the-snows (with no snow to be seen, of course).

Glory-of-the-snows against the house foundation.



I was amazed this spring (the first spring I really paid attention) to note that it only took one night for the leaves of the cedar to turn from their winter rust-color to their summer green.

Wood frog egg clusters in a nearby pond.

Coltsfoot (so called on account of the shape of the leaves, which sprout later) is the first sunny flower.

Seeds! I'm so excited about haricots verts!