Wednesday, May 1, 2019

Lilacs, Bird Nests and May Day

 
To find the air and the water exhilarating
To be refreshed by a morning walk or an evening saunter
To be thrilled by the stars at night
To be elated over a bird's nest or a wildflower in spring.
These are some of the rewards of a simple life.
John Burroughs, American naturalist and essayist


May arrived on the coat-tails of April showers, causing the backyard lilacs to gleam with delicate dew. The lilacs' fragrance mingles with the aroma of raindrop-tinged earth on this May Day morning. It's as though the Earth is celebrating May Day with its basket overflowing.

Though it may not feel like spring with cooler-than-normal temperatures, the backyard flowers and shrubs are waking up from their winter's nap. American naturalist and essayist John Burroughs said it better than me:

Oh, spring is surely coming!
Her couriers fill the air. 
 
Each morn are new arrivals.
 Each night her ways prepare.
 
 I scent her fragrant garments. 
Her foot is on the stair.
John Burroughs, American naturalist and essayist

A bird's nest holds the promise of new life amid spring flowers.
A single robin's egg is a splash of blue in an old evergreen bordering our backyard fuel tanks.
And the bees buzz with excitement, gathering nectar from the lilac bushes.
The smell of moist earth and lilacs hung in the air
 like wisps of the past and hints of the future.
Margaret Miller
Today is May Day. When Jill and Brent were little, we made and delivered May baskets. They are traditionally filled with flowers and treats and left hanging on a friend's or neighbor's front doorknob. Once the basket is in place, the deliverer rings the doorbell and runs off to hide and watch the recipient's reaction.
Randy's folks lived just two miles north of us when Jill and Brent were small, and we often delivered a May basket to them. Their over-the-top reactions always thrilled my little cohorts. It wasn't long until Jill and Brent couldn't contain the "surprise" and burst out from the bushes to greet Grandma and Grandpa.

I suppose I have photos of these events ... somewhere in one of the tubs full of photos. But without a full-blown reconnaissance mission, I didn't locate one (though here's a cute one from that time period).
This year, the lilacs under the old windmill in our backyard are blooming in time for May Day. Some years, they are past their prime by May 1.
The lilacs are not the only nod to spring.
The spirea bush looks like miniature bridal bouquets in a sea of green.
Though we wouldn't have thought about needing rain after 15 inches fell in a month last fall, we are grateful for the 1.70 inches of moisture we've gotten this week. It should knock the dust down as we sort and move cows and calves this afternoon and tomorrow. And it's good on the corn that was just planted, too.

Happy May Day!

6 comments:

  1. Kim, your images joyfully capture the promise of spring and your words are akin to those of John Burrough. A delightful post to return to.
    I'd not heard of May Baskets.

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    1. Thank you. I took May baskets to our church members who live in the local retirement home. Many of them remember delivering May baskets as children or doing it with their own children when they were small.

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  2. All the images are appealing, i love nature and this is definitely beautiful. continue with the posting.looking forward for more.

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