It’s the merry month of May.
The flowers are blooming, the birds are singing, and the warmth of the sun beckons
us outside to smell the newly mowed grass. It’s the dig-in-the-dirt month, too.
Everyone is scouring the nurseries for flowers and plants to decorate their
porches and flowerbeds.
Most nights, we can hear our resident
owl hooting away, often beyond midnight. He’s taken up a nightly position
nearby our bedroom window, possibly on the roof of the house. It’s a
comforting, if not slightly eerie sound to lull you to sleep.
I always have too many
projects in half-started states when spring arrives. The birdhouses have to be
cleaned, refurbished, and set out. My hummingbird feeder is now suspended along
our patio for early arrivals. The robins are nesting under our deck and in the rhododendrons.
The aggravating grackles have returned, chasing away the small birds at the
feeders. The sparrows have taken over the bluebird house. The chaos has begun for
our springtime feathered friends.
Central Pennsylvania is in
the migrating path of orioles heading north, and I was lucky to catch an orange
flash of one clinging to the hummingbird feeder the other morning.
Our weather has also been erratic
the last few weeks. Rainy days teaches us to slow down. It’s nature’s way of
telling us to shift to a more unhurried pace, interrupting our rush to get
things done, but allowing us to experience the joy of spring. If we are lucky,
we may even be rewarded with a rainbow stretching from horizon to horizon above
budding and blooming trees in hues of green, white, lavender and pink. Oh, how
I love this colorful month and warmer temperatures!
"May is the month or expectation, the month of wishes,
the month of hope.”—Emily Bronte
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