This summer I’ve been watching a former hay field return to what it was when we first moved to New Hampshire decades ago: a gorgeous meadow, filled with perky daisies, regal lupus waving in the wind, slender foxglove, golden columbine, corydalis with its blue and yellow heart-shaped flowers. Recently, the wild blueberries on the fringes of the hayfield have begun to explore the interior.
Read More