I'm still surprised by how much the climate changes here with a fifty mile trip North; last night Amherst radio was calling for frost warnings. It was noticeably cooler here, but nothing like that.
The Crocuses and Daffodils are gone, and the tulips--red, yellow, even purple--are in full bloom, as are multitudes of flowering trees spreading pink and white all over town. The tree in front has lost its red buds, and is now a bronze color: preparing to leaf. I can no longer see through the tops of Elms and Beeches behind the garage which mark the property line; there are several shades of green, from almost yellow to at least three darker shades, though none so much so as they will be in Summer: all bright, lively, and beautiful.
I've noticed some Forsythia along the highway for a couple of weeks, but it's not yet fully developed. I have a chance to make a progress check later this afternoon. All this means I can start to take the itch to restore my kitchen herbs and maybe a tad more somewhat seriously; my planter's sense has never fully adapted to New England: tomatoes go in the ground on Memorial Day, instead of starting to eat them. I have to keep reminding myself.
All of which brings up the other itch--moving: UGH! Twelve years' worth of HEAVY, mostly junk. Still, living on the first floor and having a real kitchen looks better every year, not to mention enough room for more than one guest at a time AND maybe even a 10 X 20 garden patch of my very own.
And then it gets complicated. New England (Gawd save it!) is expensive, though it does offer a good many amenities which are more scarce elsewhere. And not even grandchildren are reason enough to live full-time in Arizona, even Flag. Nonetheless, the culture I crave is not the dominant one in Connecticut, rather the eddies and sloughs of different drummers, who keep eccentricity alive in out of the way places, and Vermont is too damned cold in Winter. The best answer, for now, may be a return to the small town area around UCONN, in the Northeast part of the state, though I am concerned about getting too far away from active life.
Nutz: it looks as if I'm back to Craigslist.
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So you're going to move, are you? It must be interesting to be able to decide where you want to live. I am encumbered, as they say. Well, may God guide you in your search for a new home. I don't think I could stand the winters in the north.
Praying for you to find your place and so glad to see this post today.
Peace my brother!
(In Albany we had frost last night...)
I'll get further with it if I only pay attention to the good parts (first floor, kitchen, space: yea!) and don't think about cleaning, sorting, and packing, or the reverse, until the last possible moment. Otherwise, I'm liable to crawl back in my hole.
Yeah, Mimi, it is nice, but it's like being lost in a fog of possibilities. And I do want to stay somewheres around here for now, not least of the reasons being the prospect of entertaining you out of town guests, and meeting some of the new cool kidz for lunch. That's you, Fran, me dearie, amongst others.
It does sound a lovely place to live. I am envious.
Your description of Connecticut sounds much like my part of Westchester, except our forsythia is going like gang-busters. It must be a fraction of a degree warmer here. But today, waiting for my son to get off the bus, I was forced to zip my jacket up to my chin. Crazy!
Don't move too far!
Silly PJ,
see "meeting some of the new cool kidz for lunch." Who da hell ya think I mean? You and me and Fran at least, whenever you're ready. I got nothing but a new grandson in the next month or so.
Yeah, D-P, why I'm kvetching, I donno; maybe a new "bad" influence? New post coming up on another discovery/ fun.
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