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A Season of Blossoms and Little Joys

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"In a world lost in delusion, a single daffodil quietly announces the arrival of spring." — Unknown

Spring in New England

Spring in New England never tiptoes in quietly. It arrives in a burst of color, fragrance, and that unmistakable feeling that the world is waking up again. As the old saying goes, “April showers bring May flowers,” but around here the blooms don’t wait for May. They start popping up in April—sometimes even earlier if they’re feeling bold.

I started planning my flower excursions back in March so I wouldn’t miss even the tiniest daffodil peeking up from the soil. This year’s list includes some old favorites and a few new spots I’m excited to explore. Maybe you’ll find a place that catches your fancy too.

🌼 Daffodils: The First Cheerful Faces of Spring

Doesn’t everyone love those quirky, sunshine‑yellow daffodils? National Daffodil Day may be celebrated on August 31, but judging by when these little charmers poke their heads out, that feels a bit late. I’ve seen daffodils shining through lingering snowbanks—true New Englanders through and through.

Peak daffodil season here usually hits around mid‑April. If you want to be surrounded by golden waves, two standout spots are:

Both offer sweeping displays that feel like stepping into a spring postcard.

🌷 Tulips: A Short‑Lived but Spectacular Show

We may not be Holland, but we certainly try to give the Dutch a run for their money. Here in Taunton, tulips decorate the Taunton Green each spring, circling statues and monuments along Route 44. They don’t last long—blink and you’ll miss them—so timing is everything.

For a more immersive tulip experience, head to:

This U‑Pick farm runs from late April to early May. Tickets are required (entries are timed to keep the fields peaceful), and each ticket includes 10 tulips to take home. It’s a spring ritual worth making room for.

🌹 Roses: The Grand Finale of Spring Blooms

By mid‑June, roses take center stage and keep the flower season rolling. If you’re a rose lover, you owe yourself a trip to:

This is the first municipal rose garden in the United States, and it shows. Greenhouses, nature walks, rock gardens, and thousands of roses create a dreamy landscape. Their spring greenhouse displays also feature daffodils, tulips, and other seasonal favorites—so even if you arrive before peak rose season, there’s still plenty to enjoy.

🌸 Lilacs & Cherry Blossoms at the Arnold Arboretum

Now we come to my personal favorite:
The Arnold Arboretum — Boston, MA

Part of Harvard University, this 281‑acre oasis is a springtime treasure. Around Mother’s Day, the Arboretum celebrates the Lilac Bloom, and the air becomes saturated with that unmistakable lilac fragrance.

Lilac's drape over a fence in Taunton MA as spring breaks into full bloom

 

But here’s a delightful bonus:
You can also see cherry blossoms here. No need to trek to Washington, D.C.—unless you want the full Tidal Basin experience. My own attempt to see the D.C. cherry blossoms was frozen out by an ice storm, but the monuments were lovely. If we get an ice storm here, at least I won’t have to travel far to try again.

🌿 Backup Gardens Worth a Detour

Spring is generous in New England, and there’s no shortage of gardens to explore. If you’re looking for alternatives—or just want to keep the flower fun going—these spots never disappoint:

  • Tower Hill Botanic Garden — Boylston, MA
  • Heritage Museums & Gardens — Sandwich, MA
  • The Bridge of Flowers — Shelburne Falls, MA

Bridge of flowers in Shelbourne MA

Each offers its own charm, from curated landscapes to whimsical walking paths.

 

🌞 All We Need Now Is a Warm Day

Spring is right on the edge of bursting open. A couple of warm days and the whole region will be glowing with color. Whether you’re chasing daffodils, tulips, lilacs, or roses, there’s something magical waiting just around the corner.

Let the flower adventures begin.

 

Opening Day at Fenway Park: When New England Finally Thaws Out

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Crowds gather on Landsdown St for the opening day of baseball season

The Sights, the Smells, and the Sacred RitualsIt's Wally the Boston Red Sox Mascot leading the cheers

The roar of the crowd. The smell of peanuts, popcorn, and—dare we ask—Cracker Jack. Does anyone still buy Cracker Jack? Another cherished ballpark tradition may be fading, but in New England, the spirit of Opening Day is alive and well. Fan or not, this is one of the biggest unofficial holidays of the year.

Today is Opening Day at Fenway Park, and Red Sox Nation is buzzing. Another season with the Boys of Summer has officially begun.

Why the “Real” Season Starts in Boston

Sure, the technical first game of the 2026 MLB season happened on March 26, when the Yankees (the Evil Empire, for any troglodytes still living in a cave) faced the San Francisco Giants—formerly the New York Giants, for the history buffs.

But that game took place in Oracle Park, California. And everyone in Boston knows that if it didn’t happen at Fenway, it doesn’t count.

The 2026 baseball season doesn’t truly begin until the crack of the bat echoes off the Green Monster and the crowd erupts on Lansdowne Street. That’s when New England finally exhales and says, “Okay. Now it’s spring.”

A Word of Warning for Non‑Fans

If—God forbid—you aren’t a baseball fan, today is not the day to stroll the Freedom Trail or attempt a peaceful afternoon in the city. Boston will be overflowing with fans who are loud, proud, and fully caffeinated. Give the city a wide berth unless you’re prepared to be swept into the madness.

Ballpark Eats: Fenway Levels Up

Gone are the days when peanuts and hot dogs were your only options. Today’s Fenway menu reads like a food festival:

New Additions

  • Cowboy Up! Burger
  • Clam chowder and lobster bisque in bread bowls
  • Street tacos
  • Gourmet grilled cheese
  • ¾‑lb cookies
  • Sicilian‑style pizza

Beloved Classics

  • Fenway Franks
  • Lobster and crab rolls
  • Burritos
  • Chicken tenders
  • Cheesesteak
  • And yes… Irish Nachos (waffle fries topped with corned beef, queso, and sauerkraut—chaos in a bowl, but who’s complaining)

Wash it all down with a craft beer, then grab a Boston Cream Pie dessert behind home plate or churros with chocolate dipping sauce. One thing is certain: nobody leaves Fenway hungry.

Will Red Sox Nation Celebrate or Sulk?

As of “press time,” the outcome of today’s game is still unknown. Will the faithful walk out with their heads held high, or will they slink off to drown their sorrows in another round of craft beer?

Either way, Opening Day at Fenway is more than a game—it’s a New England rite of passage. And today, the heart of Boston beats just a little louder.

 

Chasing Giants: A Lifetime of Whale Watching From New England to Alaska and Hawaii

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The Early Years: Cape Ann and the Thrill of Discovery

For years I chased humpback whales up and down the New England coast. This was no small feat for someone with a tendency toward seasickness, but the call of the ocean—and the promise of seeing those magnificent creatures—was stronger than my stomach. One of my earliest and most unforgettable trips was out of Gloucester, heading toward Stellwagen Bank. I was new to Massachusetts then, freshly transplanted from New York and convinced I wouldn’t be here long. So I crammed every adventure I could into those first months.

Now, nearly fifty years later, I’m still here. And that Cape Ann whale watch remains one of the highlights of my early Massachusetts life.

That day, we found ourselves surrounded by humpbacks bubble‑net feeding—so close to the boat you felt like you could reach out and touch them. (We didn’t, of course.) For years afterward, people insisted that New England humpbacks don’t bubble‑net feed. I always love when nature proves the experts wrong. It’s a reminder of how much we’ve learned—and how much we’re still learning.

Boston and Plymouth: Rituals on the Water

I tried a few whale watches out of Boston next. Bigger boats, higher decks, great views—fun, but nothing quite matched the raw magic of that Cape Ann trip.

Eventually I migrated south to Plymouth and became a regular on Captain John’s Boats. Those summer trips became a ritual. It was on one of those outings that I photographed my first breaching whale—a moment that still ranks among my favorite memories.

Hawaii: The Heart’s Home

My whale watching didn’t stop at New England. I found the home of my heart in Hawaii and made annual February trips for years. February is peak migration season, and I often watched whales right from the breakfast table.

I joined the Pacific Whale Foundation and went on their photography expeditions. That’s where I captured my first baby‑whale breach and listened to whale songs through hydrophones dropped over the side of the boat. Pure magic.

Breaching Humpback Calf

It’s just a baby

Alaska: Cold, Raw, and Unforgettable

Then there was Alaska—nothing warm or tropical about that trip. It was cold, wet, raw, and absolutely worth it. The boat was smaller, the whales cruised close to the surface, and we always knew where to look when we heard the whoosh of their breath.

Alaska offers something New England and Hawaii don’t: variety. Humpbacks, orcas, gray whales, belugas—and if luck is really on your side, maybe even a narwhal or a sperm whale. Spring can be beautiful there, but in 2013 we went in May, which turned out to be too early for sunshine. My advice? Aim for June or later.

Why It Matters

No matter where you go—New England, Hawaii, Alaska—whales are magnificent creatures deserving of every conservation effort we can muster. Their importance is so universal that even the Star Trek universe built a whole movie around saving them. (Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home, for fellow fans.)

If the Federation thinks whales are worth saving, who am I to argue?
Live long and prosper.

 

Why I Might Just Stay Put in Massachusetts

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3 Reasons Why Massachusetts Might Still Be the Best Place to Retire

After another long snowstorm, I stopped and asked myself why I wanted to leave a state I’ve lived in for more than fifty years. I hate the cold now. Traffic makes simple day trips feel impossible. And I’ve listened to too many people who left with a grudge and want company. But when I looked past the frustration, I remembered why I stayed so long—and why staying might not be so bad.

Weather and Natural Beauty

Massachusetts gives you four real seasons. Winter drags, but spring brings color and birdsong. Summer offers beaches and warm nights. Fall steals the show with bright leaves and crisp air. The state packs a lot into a small space: coastline, forests, mountains, islands, and quiet towns. Many places also come with a story, which adds charm to every trip.

 

A Lifestyle Full of History and Culture

If you love history, this state delivers. The Pilgrims, the Revolution, the witch trials, and so many writers and thinkers left their mark here. You can walk through centuries in a single afternoon. Museums, theaters, galleries, and festivals fill the calendar. And sports? People here treat their teams like family. It’s loud, loyal, and part of the culture.

Boston Marathon

Quality of Life That Works for Retirees

Massachusetts isn’t cheap, but it offers strong benefits. Social Security isn’t taxed. Healthcare ranks among the best in the country. Smaller towns—especially west of Boston—cost less and are easy to walk. Locals may seem blunt, but they protect their communities and welcome people who respect them. Diversity isn’t just accepted here. People defend it.

Wicked Boston said it best when they posted this:

 

Massachusetts has its flaws. Winter is long, and traffic tests your patience. But the state also offers beauty, history, culture, and excellent healthcare. After fifty years, maybe there’s a reason I never packed up and left.

Where do you think is the best place to retire—and why?

Hidden Gems Across Massachusetts

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Bridge of Flowers is a truly magnificent concept. Its a lovely place for a visit

Four Massachusetts Spots Worth Rediscovering (or Discovering for the First Time)

Every now and then I stumble across an article that reminds me just how much there is to see right here in Massachusetts. You can live in a place your whole life and still find new corners, new stories, and new surprises tucked away in familiar towns. It got me thinking about the places I’ve visited, the ones I’ve written about, and the ones still sitting on my “someday” list.

Here are four Massachusetts spots that deserve a little extra love — whether you’ve been there before or, like me, are still discovering them.

🌾 Old Sturbridge Village

I visited Old Sturbridge Village long before I started this blog, sometime before 2011. It’s one of those places that stays with you. I even mentioned it in my early post “Itchy Feet” from November 7, 2011.

“No, it’s not athlete’s foot. I’ve been around home too much. I’m getting restless and need to go exploring.”
(Internal link: https://arounddustyroads.com/2011/11/07/itchy-feet/)

Old Sturbridge Village is a living museum in Sturbridge, Massachusetts, recreating rural New England life from the 1790s through the 1830s. It’s actually the largest living museum in New England, spread across more than 200 acres of historic buildings, working farms, and costumed interpreters who bring the past to life.

One of the things I’ve always loved about OSV is the way the demonstrations feel so authentic — from blacksmithing to cooking over an open hearth — all done in period clothing. I just missed their maple sugaring season this year, which started on February 18, but that’s one of the experiences I’d love to go back for someday.

Even though it’s been years since my last visit, Old Sturbridge Village is one of those places that reminds me why I love exploring New England. There’s always something new to learn, even in a place dedicated to the past.

🌸 Bridge of Flowers

The Bridge of Flowers is one of those places that feels almost magical, and I first wrote about it way back on May 20, 2011, in a post called “Turner Falls, Flowers and Pot Holes.” At the time, I admitted it had been years since my first visit — and I even misremembered the location. I thought it was in North Adams, but it’s actually in Shelburne Falls.
(Internal link: https://arounddustyroads.com/2011/05/20/turner-falls-flowers-and-pot-holes/)

The Bridge of Flowers is truly one of a kind. Originally built around 1908 as a trolley bridge, it spans the Deerfield River between the towns of Shelburne and Buckland. When the trolley line was abandoned in 1928, the concrete bridge sat unused until Antoinette and Walter Burnham proposed a bold idea: turn the old trolley span into a giant flower garden. By 1929, their vision became reality.

Today, the 400‑foot, five‑arch bridge is planted with over 500 varieties of flowers, all chosen to ensure blooms from early spring straight through late fall. Volunteers tend every inch of it, keeping the bridge vibrant and colorful throughout the growing season.

I included some of my original photos in that 2011 post. They’re probably buried in my 10,000‑plus image archive. Even so, the memories are still vivid. The Bridge of Flowers is a place that stays with you.

🎨 Norman Rockwell Museum

I’ve lived in Massachusetts my whole life, and somehow I’ve never made it to the Norman Rockwell Museum in Stockbridge. I know it’s one of those places everyone talks about — especially around the holidays when Rockwell’s paintings seem to pop up everywhere — but it’s still on my “someday” list.

The museum houses the world’s largest collection of Rockwell’s work, including his famous Saturday Evening Post covers. Even if you’re not an art buff, there’s something comforting and familiar about his style. His paintings feel like snapshots of small‑town America, full of humor, nostalgia, and little moments that say more than words ever could.

I’ve heard the grounds are beautiful too, especially in summer and fall. Maybe this will be the year I finally make the trip. It’s funny how you can live in a state for decades and still have places left to explore.

🌿 Long Hill Estate

This one genuinely surprised me — I had never even heard of Long Hill Estate until I came across the article that inspired this post. It’s in Beverly and managed by The Trustees, which already tells me it’s going to be beautiful. They have a knack for preserving some of the most scenic spots in Massachusetts.

From what I’ve learned, Long Hill is a former family estate with formal gardens, woodland trails, and a historic home. The gardens are supposed to be stunning in spring and summer, filled with color and carefully tended plantings. It sounds like the kind of place you wander through slowly, camera in hand, soaking in the quiet beauty.

Now that it’s on my radar, I’m adding it to my “must‑visit” list. I love discovering new places close to home — especially ones I somehow missed all these years.

🌤️ Final Thoughts

Massachusetts may be a small state, but it’s packed with history, beauty, and surprises. Whether it’s a place I visited years ago, a spot I’ve written about, or a destination I’ve only just discovered, there’s always something new waiting just around the corner.

Have you been to any of these places?
Which ones are your favorites — or still on your list?