Helen’s Crocuses

I’ve posted this poem before on this blog, but not for many years. This year I need signs of renewal and hope more than ever, so I walked down to the yard where Helen lived. Her house and barn are gone. The family dairy herd was sold in the 90’s. The greenhouse fell into disrepair …

Helen’s Crocuses

I wrote this poem many years ago, but these photos, and this poem, still tell a story worth repeating about a remarkable woman. Helen’s Crocuses Earlier than we dare to hope for any native color beyond the hard buds of maples sheening the hills with faint rose, the cupped crocuses shoot up yellow, purple, white …

Early Crocuses

The crocuses are up early across the Northeast this year, the year with more or less no winter.  I saw crocuses weeks ago in New York, and now they’re here in New Hampshire. Helen’s crocuses, a carpet of spring  color on a neighbor’s lawn, planted decades ago by Helen Johnson when she was still alive, …