This morning, after several gray, cool, drizzly days, summer arrived suddenly, bursting overnight into full-blown bloom.
In true New England fashion, when summer arrives, it does so with a vengeance: as I write this on Saturday afternoon, it’s 91 degrees outside. How strange, then, to see mountain laurel–a plant I associate with cooler climes–blooming in a shady spot where I hurried Reggie out of the sun on this morning’s walk. Apparently mountain laurel doesn’t read sweltering weather forecasts?
Jun 7, 2008 at 6:50 pm
The laurel’s blooming here, too – in the same heat. It doesn’t mind.
Jun 9, 2008 at 6:42 pm
Oh, but I mind whether or not the laurel does…