Today felt like a small victory in what has been an unusually cold Massachusetts spring.
It’s late May, yet the air still carries that stubborn chill that makes you second‑guess every gardening decision. For weeks, I’ve been hovering over my seedlings like an overprotective parent, worried the cold snaps would undo all the care I’ve put into them. Every forecast felt like a cliffhanger - frost warnings, low overnight temps, and now a very wet weekend and week ahead.
But this morning, something in me said go for it. Maybe it was the soft light, maybe it was the promise of steady rain to help them settle in, or maybe it was just time. So, into the ground they went: tomatoes, cucumbers, butternut squash, summer squash, peppers, strawberries, marigolds, sunflowers, and zinnias. A whole little future harvest tucked into the soil.
There’s always a moment after planting when you stand back, hands dirty, heart hopeful, and think, Please grow. That was me today - equal parts excitement and nerves. But if New England gardeners know anything, it’s resilience. We plant in faith, we water with optimism, and we trust that even a cold spring can still lead to a beautiful, abundant summer.
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