The warm weather has finally decided to make its debut these past few days, and suddenly I've found myself checking the forecast to see how it will align with the short amount of time I have to complete some outdoor cleanup projects at my house. This has felt very out of character for me; I am not one to garden or dillydally in the yard ever or at all. In fact, I don't think there is a lot I enjoy doing less than working outside in the heat with the bugs. However, it occurred to me the other day—as I lugged rocks that have needed to be moved from one side of the yard to the other for the better part of two years—that yardwork is simply part of homeownership. I can kick and scream about it all I want, but it still has to be done, one way or another.
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Reaching up toward the sky just like the cliffs around them, lupines are the unofficial flower of New Hampshire's White Mountains. They grow wild all over the region, and locals even celebrate the blossoms with an annual Lupine Festival around the beginning of the month.
Our real estate agents always look forward to seeing these proud flowers standing tall in the fields as they drive to viewings and client meetings near our
The spring months are a wonderful time of year to get out and explore. Burbling brooks, rushing waterfalls, quaint covered bridges, and trees bursting into bloom make this a delightful time of year to take a road trip around the region or plan a trip to a sugarhouse to learn how maple syrup is made.
Spring is also the perfect season to hit the slopes or trails unencumbered by heavy jackets, hats, and mittens to enjoy a day or two — or more — of endless blue skies, soft snow, and sweetly scented air.

As the calendar turns to spring, warmer weather makes it the perfect time to get out and about in north-central New Hampshire. And even better, spring brings many events and shows to the area that will make for fun additions to your seasonal plans. Our real estate agents suggest the following spring shows and events to add to your calendar:
The past few days, the sun was shining bright, and the temps climbed into the 50s, so I kept the door wide open at my store for the duration of my work days. The thermostat read the room at a comfortable 65 with the fresh air rolling in, and it was magical, to say the least. I saw so many local folks and their dogs out for walks, many of whom I hadn't seen for what felt like months, since the cold kept everyone from wanting to be outside for extended periods of time. We all collectively agreed that we're probably in the middle of False Spring, but I can't help myself—I've fallen right into its trap.
Something about days like this reminds me of being a teenager. This time of year, the high school ski team season was over, and spring sports hadn't started yet, so school...