In preparation for coming to New Jersey, I was picturing Tony Soprano’s gritty, grimy, industrial underworld. Instead I discovered that it truly is the Garden State. The season of spring is in full bloom here, a couple weeks further along than home.
The grass has shed its early arid yellow-brown for vibrant green, the leaves are filling in the branches, there are lovely purple and pink blossoms on the trees, gardenias (at least I think that’s what they are) are in full bloom and the lilacs are emerging.
The weather has been lovely which I think has made me more appreciative of these gorgeous days. And I’ll get to see it happen again when I get home.