The Way of the WASP: Maple Sugaring, Lambing, and Bald Eagles.

Some Rewards of Late Winter

All photos by/of Muffy Aldrich

Even the snow lovers are growing a bit weary of it all by this time of year. We miss our yards, our light jackets, our shadows.

And while old New Englanders know intellectually that spring is just around the corner, we tend to look for little glimmers of hope and, well, beauty. (I will soon look just as assiduously for snow drops as I will, later in July, for the orange edges of the leaves.)

Luckily nature — ever the doubled edge sword — gives with the other hand this time of year. (Post-Westminster, pre-putting in the moorings.)

For me, along the New England coast, this means three wonderful things.