Monday, May 5, 2025, 45.6*
Monday drips with heavy dew and remnants of Sunday rain. In the shelter of trees, Soleil gathers her brightness clouds moved to subdue. The fortississimo (very, very loud) peeper chorus of last night has given way to a Nashville Warbler, a Common Yellowthroat and several Blue Jays.
Recovered from the dishevelment this time last year, the ground presents Lily of the Valley, lots of them. Fiddleheads are also seen. I won’t be gathering them to steam, to toss with vinegar or top with butter. For now, I savor the memory of gathering wild things with another.
‘Have yet to capture the Great Blue Heron, or a beaver with my camera. The outermost point of land where I stood last year looking for the lodge, looking for the dam is under water. The pond may claim more land in the coming days of rain, rain necessary for every living thing.
For land that drinks in the rain that often falls upon it
and bears a crop useful to those for whom it is cultivated
receives a blessing from God.
Hebrews 6:7 MEV
Photo: LJ Austin
