Amazin'

No, not the Mets, although they usually are...either amazingly good or equally awful...but we won't go there.

Nope, amazing May. Is there any month that is more spectacularly...well....spectacular?

Sun just creeping up at 5:30. Air chilly and damp, but sweetly redolent of the Winesap apple tree blooming outside the back door. 

You HAVE to leave the door open to the bird song and foggy chill, you just have to. How could you shut all that glorious out? And in a couple of hours it will warm up enough to open all the other doors too..... Put on a sweatshirt if you're cold.

Robins on the porch hatched yesterday, welcome news indeed, as they do not like sharing and I do like setting plants out, and sweeping up winter debris, and arranging chairs in a harmonious fashion. I am not going to cry when they are fledged.

Until they lay the second batch of eggs. And the third. Oh, well, last year they eventually got used to me and came in and out as if I weren't even there. Maybe this year they will settle down again. Flighty little beasts though.

All through the day the panorama of amazement continues. Towering clouds puffing across the sky, giving a proportionate sense of just how expansive it really is. New birds one after another, new songs from the front field, new flashes of color from the trees above the lawn. New passersby way, way up high, where you can barely see them unless you look really hard. Questing north, always north...

The cows are slowly shedding out their winter woollies, turning all sleek and shiny, and recalcitrant. Oh so very. Oh, well, just like the damnfool robins they will settle down in time.

Nightfall comes late and slowly, with the sun usually still up when chores are done. And then you get to pick asparagus on the way in from the barn and saute it in butter and have it all by yourself, because nobody else in the house likes it..... Yep, May is amazin' and I wish it lasted all year.