May Dawn


Even if not by nature, it’s probably in one’s best interest to be simple minded.

A glance out the window this week as dawn manifested left us transfixed, wondering.

Why do some clouds seem like wisps of smoke in the air, others more like ripples of water barely disturbing a quiescent surface?

What is the name of the color when it’s no longer pink and yet to grow full blue?

Certainly, smart people and Google know the answers to these questions, which, no doubt have to do with time of day, temperature, humidity, angle of the sun, atmospheric density, etc…

Right now, smart people’s numbers are in my phone, Google search is two clicks away.

Definitive answers close at hand, yet, still, it seems more right to sit, and simply wonder.

A time to plant


Unless one walks through the neighborhood asleep, season’s progression is obvious. The changes may be subtle, yet always evident.

As Spring ages, grass richens to a slightly darker shade of green, tree buds, that from a distance seemed tinged orange, eventually shed that husk revealing pale yellow new growth.

Some rusty lilac buds have already burst to purple. Fiddle head ferns have pushed themselves up through warming soil. Violets and trout lilies carpet the forest floor. Dandelions seem determined to overwhelm green meadows with yellow, but, this too shall pass.

Humans, who benefit from paying attention to such things, punctuate seasons by plowing, harrowing, and sowing. Indeed, “For everything there is a season, a time for every activity…”

One realizes as they awaken that nature can always be trusted to prompt us to behaviours appropriate to time, circumstance, and season.


Pileated Woodpecker

Pileated Woodpecker

Pileated Woodpecker

While driving slowly along Crystal Lake recently, we spotted this fellow (males have a red stripe on the cheek) flying from tree to tree along the shore.

Though rare, his kin has visited our backyard before, but this fellow was particularly memorable as his brilliant crest contrasted the silver grey of a rainy evening.

Not much later,  a bald eagle, worried by two large crows, flashed his head and tail brilliant white, just outside the dining room window.

Always good to “drop a gear” while wandering about the area. It is truly wonderful what becomes noticeable simply by reducing one’s pace.

Changing Sky


One step forward, two steps back; one summerish day, two winterish days.

Spring’s progression is not linear. One day warm enough for barefeet, the next cold enough for boots, the next sneakers will do fine.

A cold front pushes this way; a warm front pushes that way.

Even most of the planets apparently moving backwards in the sky!

Despite all this back and forth, most of the grass glows summer green, birds build their nests, buds tinge the forest tips pale silver, pale orange, hopeful green.




This handsome fellow wandered the few feet from his roost, just enough to worry dog.

The weather is slightly more wintry than typical this time of year; snow earlier this week, and forecasted for tomorrow.  When viewed in the grand scheme of things, the weather is introducing somewhat of an air of normalcy to an otherwise, unseasonable winter and spring.

Gives one the impression that finally, Spring will catch up with itself, warm weather will come and stay.

Spring Color

Spring Color

Spring Color

Finally some color has sprouted from the beds barely protected by such a pale winter.

Given the mild weather, one would think that the flowers are eager to sprout. However, snow drops and daffodils are no more prominent now than after a hard winter.

Near Winter cold returns for the next week, making all of us, soil, plants, animals and humans alike, just a bit uncertain as to what season it really is.

How much different can heaven be?