Unusual things can happen on May first. May first has a bit of magic. When I was in early elementary school, we’d save our small boxes and decorate them with crepe paper, make some sort of handles, and fill them with treats. I have memories of putting crayons and sweets into them. We’d walk up the steep hill to the Whidden Hospital and leave the May baskets with young children who were in the ward. We made our parents smaller baskets and filled them with dandelions and violets that we picked from backyards and the last remaining field on our street. No matter how you celebrate, it’s a lovely tradition to honor Spring’s return.
By May, the air has the fragrance of flowers. This hidden corner of forest holds the cold between pine, like a closed fist. May warmth has seeped into the ground. Mayflower blooms on the sandy hillsides, giving a strong sweet smell from tiny bell-shaped blossoms that often are hidden under large leathery leaves. At forest edge trillium and lady slipper bloom, scattered along the road to Laurel Lake. In the deeper warmth of southern states orchids I found this plant, sniffing the scent of spring.
On this day to celebrate May many of us gather on the Montague town common and elsewhere to celebrate with parade, Maypoles, and picnics. Bright May Blessings to All.
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Tagged May first
From ice melt to mayflies
to frogs splashing
and whirligig beetles
that dance circles
foxglove stands sentry
you shine in dappled light
call life to you
call fireflies in the dusk
midwife spring into summer.
dried fern and maple conceals shallow
pool for remaining salamanders
crickets sing in cold nights
damp hidden spirit
rises to meet air and shadow.
Under shooting stars
in a sky that flings
diamonds this moonless night
you are bowl of soft white snow
empty and full
like my heart.
The cycle of the seasons fills the waiting vernal pools with snow melt and rain. There are two pools within sight and sound of my porch. On the Big Night, the first night of rain when the temperature is above freezing, the salamanders, filled with romance, hurry towards the waters. They are closely followed by spring peepers, wood frogs, and tree frogs. The wood has become noisy, Soon egg masses appear. In my pools its wood frog and salamander egg masses, and I watch them carefully as they begin to hatch. From dragonfly and mosquito larvae, to new fauns splashing in for fun, life arrives.
March Madness: more than basketball, is published on NatureWriting.com.
Thanks, Ron Harton!
Brattleboro Gallery Walk April 6 at 6pm
I’ll be reading at
Arts Collective at ArtRageUs1
57 Eliot Street, Brattleboro, Vermont
Come by! I’d love to see some familiar faces. I’m the featured writer/book for the month of April at the gallery.
Also, a thanks to Ron Harton, of Naturewatching.com, who’ll publish a piece I’ve written on March 30th. Spring is just around the corner, even if we were walking on Moore’s Pond’s thick ice today.
Empty homes in sheep fields overlook the ocean.
The land holds their memory.
via Daily Prompt: Faceless
The show opened with great fun. We had lovely live music, flowers, good food and drink, and enough art from the Amherst area to find something to make your heart leap.
Louis Mink’s large paintings commanded the long hallway, and those she mentors, me amoungst them are represented. Leverett Crafts and Arts is a fine place to have a show.
This is Monhegan Island, ME, and it’s one of my best efforts, thus far.