Yes, it’s finally spring in Boston. The trees are flowering, the bulbs have pushed up from the frozen dirt and opened into glorious carpets of color. it’s a shock to the senses after living through months of gray and white.
There were times when we didn’t believe it would ever stop snowing, or that the snow would ever melt. But spring has come and each taciturn New Englander has become as gracious as a southern belle. Perfect strangers smile and great each other with words such as beautiful, wonderful, gorgeous. This new found friendliness will only last until the suffocating heat of summer brings complaints of “it’s not the heat, its the humidity!”
Catch us while we’re smiling: “Please come to Boston for the springtime“