May is here; spring has won.  Winter is banished, the lingering threats of frost have slipped away.  Humid weather begins.

Leaves are filling out the canopies of the trees, and the grass is deep green, nourished with frequent rains.  Flowering trees and bushes add shades of white, pink, and lavender to this lush landscape.  Late spring flowers aren’t as shy as their early spring brethren.  The dandelion would be the state flower if numbers were all that mattered.  Violets thrive in yards, fields are dotted with the bright yellow of winter cress.  In the woods, spring beauties are abundant, and mayapples grow in their mysterious circles.

Butterflies are making their comeback.  Chipmunks chirp loudly from hiding; young rabbits sit and look over grassy fields.

Insects are plentiful now, as are the birds who feast upon them.  Migrating from the south, feathered travelers come in a steady flow; warblers and vireos flit through the trees, their songs competing for attention.  A thrush’s’ solitary call rings through distant woods, sounding both beautiful and lonely.  A catbird sings its wheezy song from a thicket.  Overhead, the swallows caper, delighting in the season.

Nesting is a full-time occupation for many birds.  Parents fly to and fro, providing for their offspring.  There is a somewhat frantic pace to finding food, starting early in the morn and ending at night.  Vocal nestlings cry loudly for attention, and they are rewarded by those ushering in another generation.