The Best Flower Shows and Festivals in New England | Chasing Spring
There’s a moment, tentative and bewildered. Somewhere beneath the snow, a bulb gets brave, stirs a little, cracks its skin, and begins to push through frozen ground.
Reaching toward pale light, it’s a small gesture but grand. Overhead the sky is brilliant, a jolt of cobalt blue. The calendar says spring, March 20, but this is New England, after all, where dates are merely suggestions … Really we’re in the hands of the gods here.
Until the earth begins to move–literally beneath our feet. Tiny spears poking up everywhere, specks of green and knobby buds flexing themselves, and then, like a torrent, unstoppable, it spreads north. Early March, at the first hint of warmth, crocuses bloom–golden, purple, and white–nestled in goblets of snow. Followed in April by daffodils, tulips, and then, in May, blossoms of every kind: apple, lilac, dogwood. And now there’s no turning back, a river bursting its banks, color seeping out of the snow.
The celebrations begin, from Rhode Island to Maine, and back again. Events pop like blossoms, from the flower shows of March to small-town Daffodil Days in April to the Arnold Arboretum’s blowout Lilac Sunday in May. It’s pagan, visceral, and beautiful. And nothing, absolutely nothing, is predictable–except that we can follow the progress of our wildly tempestuous, heartbreaking New England spring through every kind of celebration imaginable, from garden to orchard to flower festival, watching the earth warm before our eyes.
Where Daffodils Burst
Nothing heralds spring like a blaze of daffodils. For the grand flourish, there’s the 33-acre magnificence of Blithewold Mansion, Gardens & Arboretum, on the shores of sparkling Narragansett Bay in Bristol, Rhode Island. Blithewold’s “Bosquet,” a shady grove of trees and 50,000 daffodils, is a sunstorm of yellow, white, and orange blooms, dappled with light and offset by newly sprung red and orange tulips on the border of the sweeping, 10-acre “Great Lawn.” A nearby bamboo grove would be dense enough to hide a family of pandas, and the brittle rustling of leaves, greening up, is like raw rice rolling around on a dish. More seductive still is the swinging chair with views to the summerhouse and down to the glistening water.
Smaller plantings flash their exuberance, too. So hidden and quiet, Hadlock Garden in West Chesterfield, New Hampshire, is an intimate paradise known for bursts of daffodils on Welcome Hill Road, off Route 9 and across from the Chesterfield Inn, just up the hill from the town’s old 1772 burying ground. Leslie and Marjorie Hadlock bought the land in 1941 and began planting bulbs. Today, a park bench invites passersby to stop and consider the thousands of daffodils scattered like stars, overarched with pink, teacup-size magnolias and fountains of yellow forsythia.
It’s only the beginning, though, because if you take a moment to look around, there are daffodils popping everywhere–three million on Nantucket Island … loads more at Laurel Ridge Foundation in Northfield, Connecticut (a village of Litchfield, off Route 254) … half a million in Meriden’s Hubbard Park–so many there’s even a resource to help you find the higher-profile events: daffodilfestivals.com
Bridge of Beauty
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