Savoring wild plum blossoms
Hearing the first witchety-witchety calls of the yellowthroat
Listening to a chorus of other warblers – whether or not I can name the songsters
Watching the turkeys strut on the distant hill, oblivious to yelps from my box call
Thrilling to the unique chortle of a sandhill crane, then spying the lone speck of a bird circling against the white clouds
Searching in vain for elusive morels
Photographing the progression of wildflower blooms – from spring beauties to bluebells to bellworts to orchids to columbines
NOT having to search for ticks, which appear out of nowhere
Planting trees, and mulching trees, and watering trees
Planting the garden, and mulching the garden, and watering the garden
Sweating in the 90 heat while planting the garden . . .
Then covering the tomatoes to save them from the frost
Eating rhubarb cake
Watching the parade of bright-orange orioles at our grape jelly feeders
Hearing those orioles’ cheery, musical whistles of thanks for the sweet treat
Chucking at the bundle of eyes, beaks, and pinfeathers in the successful bluebird nest
Peering back a the three-fourths grown great horned owl nestling, who is watching his new world from a nest in the cottonwood
Joining the curious millions to follow online as the Decorah eagles unwittingly share their intimate lives
Pulling – and cussing – and pulling garlic mustard
Catching the spring’s first bluegills from the pond
Why is there only one month of May?
With all the delights on Nature’s plate, there’s just no time to do everything that May demands . . . much less to sit at the computer and write a blog!