By RJ Bardsley
Well folks, I’m on the road again. The first stop is Boston for a business meeting at our company headquarters. But my mom lives just outside the city and I’m staying with her while I’m here.
In the past six years living in San Francisco I’ve definitely become a California guy. I like the cool, constant weather of San Francisco and rejoice in the mild winters and graceful, steely summers. That said I never forget how wonderful the spring is in New England. Last night I went to bed in my family home outside of Boston with a vase full of lilacs next to my bed. This morning I walked down around the fields with my mom inspecting the new grove of blueberry bushes she had put in this spring and listening to our basset hound, Fred, baying at the smell of wild turkeys and deer. It was almost a treat to feel the wet grass squishing under my feet as I breathed in the fresh farm air. All around me was the light green of new spring leaves just coming out on the trees and the feeling of a summer season bursting at the seams to unfold over the next few months.
I will always love the drama of the California coast, but this morning I fell in love again with the warm, lush and gentle New England spring.