When I first moved to the New England 14 years ago I had never set foot on the East Coast. Yet I had this odd fascination with the East Coast lifestyle. Somehow that lifestyle seemed much more fitting to me. Living a majority of my life overseas in Japan, I was also fortunate to live in places like California, Guam and Hawaii. Pretty awesome, right? Even with those wonderful opportunities I missed something… I never truly experienced the change of seasons. So when I met my husband I was lucky to discover he was from Maine… which eventually led us “home” to raise our family on our beautiful mini-homestead.
Spring is a tricky time in Northern New England. Yes, spring officially starts in March, although you really don’t reap the warmer temperature benefits until much later. But, in all honesty, there never really is a true spring up here. It’s mud season. This is when all the snow and ice melts. Sometimes it rains. Sometimes it snows. More often, we get a wintery mix and erratic swings in climate. Nature is at its most capricious.
Just looking out my door I can see the soft ground peeking through the melting snow. It’s soft, it’s squishy… it’s mud. And at this homestead it means a lot of dirt dragging in the house. Not only from my kids, but the dog and, worst of all, my husband (sorry, honey, but it’s true). Mud season also means it’s time to put up those heavy winter coats and break out the spring weather wear. Fleeces for chilly mornings and evenings, rain coats for the slushy mess, and muck boots to trek out in to the yard or, as in my kids case, just play.
Mud season is probably the most dreaded season of the year. Yes, even more dreaded than winter. However, it’s the price of living in Maine. Our winter brings fresh snow and bright blue skies; autumn has the most glorious foliage and summer, with moderate heat and low humidity, is perfection. Spring does not really kick in until May, and then everything blooms at once. I love living in a place with all the seasons, even if I’m counting the days to daffodils and tulips.
When I think about it mud season is not all bad. There are no crowds. Days are getting longer. Shovels rest while snow piles shrink. Empty beaches are beautifully surreal. The sidewalks around town are finally clear of ice. We’ve been hibernating all winter so throw on a pair of your mud boots and enjoy the outdoors!
This post was featured at the Homestead Barn Hop.