By Ann Luongo
Content Writer, Marketing & Philanthropy
There’s something about spring that feels … almost magical. Seeing the small green shoots of plants and flowers finally pop their heads up after a long winter and watching their early buds flower and bloom in those first small bursts of purple or white lends a feeling of renewal. Winter is ending. A new season has arrived.
Spring is a time of rebirth. Nature, while seeming to lay dormant under the brown, crunchy, lifeless leaves and twigs, has been busy preparing itself for new life. Robins have returned and can be seen hopping around, looking for breakfast (or dinner) as the earth begins to thaw and soften.
And spring is all about newness. Look closely at the trees and you might see them beginning to bud. Look around on the ground between the rocks and the sticks and the other winter debris, and see the early buds of purple crocuses, yellow daffodils and pink, white and grape hyacinths. After that, bright yellow forsythia will make its appearance, announcing spring’s true arrival, and tulips will appear in time for Easter. Here at New England Village, you can find crocuses making their appearance around the grounds and in the little garden outside the Sheingold Building.
White hyacinth is my absolute favorite spring flower. Its scent is almost intoxicating and lighter than that the heavier perfumes of its colorful siblings. When my small white hyacinths are in bloom at the side of our house, I can sometimes catch their scent on the air as I leave the house for work in the morning, and breathe it in deeply, as if trying to bottle it in my memory and keep it with me all day.
My husband will soon start talking about the lawn, and what types of things we’ll need to do to clean it up – raking the remaining leaves, adding soil around the flowering plants, adding mulch to the flower beds, burning branches and sticks from the yard in the fire pit, etc. We’ll eventually wash the back deck in preparation for warmer weather.
The evenings have already started to grow longer, and I plan on taking advantage of it with walks and hikes after dinner, taking photos of nature in the glow of the setting sun (the “magic” hour is the hour just before sunset). I’ll put away the heavy winter coats and gloves and hats, in favor of lighter jackets, and we, along with our friends and neighbors, will reemerge from our self-imposed winter slumber, if you will.
Yet, this is New England. So, really, there could be a blizzard tomorrow. Better hang on to the heavy coats just another few weeks – just in case.
In the meantime, I look forward to seeing what the NEV campus will look like in the spring, when everything is in full bloom. I have no doubt it will be absolutely beautiful.