Boston spring finally showed up and I went outside immediately and stayed there. A Friday walk through the Arnold Arboretum at peak cherry blossom season that turned into way more than a quick stop.

I have now seen the northern lights three times this year. Twice right here in Massachusetts. I still cannot fully believe that sentence is true.

I did not plan to spend as much time at Bass Hole Boardwalk as I did. That happens a lot with the spots I like best. Here's what I found on a moody July day in Yarmouth Port.

Whale watching off the Massachusetts coast is one of those New England experiences that hits all the right notes: peaceful, exciting, and awe-inducing. It’s equal parts boat ride and brush with the wild. The ocean doesn’t disappoint.

I went to The Butterfly Place in Westford on a regular August afternoon and left feeling like I had been selected. Two butterflies landed on me. Unprompted. I am choosing to believe this means something.

Boston in early spring does this thing where it gives you one perfect week and then takes it back. Magnolia season is that week.