Most of the spring wildflowers are already gone. Thin reddish seed pods have replaced the redbud's

[Atticus]

blooms and the ground beneath our dogwoods is littered with their fallen petals.

May is hurtling toward what is now "Memorial Day"---it used to be "Decoration Day"---when "Taps" will moisten eyes in graveyards across the country and backyard barbecues will once again scent neighborhoods with the aroma of burgers and brats and hot dogs.

Wallow in the glories of what's left of Spring and the Summer about to begin. Smile. Laugh. Hug. Kiss. Say "I love you" often.

Like the tender but temporary beauty of a trout lily or Columbine bloom, today will fade into yesterday and leave but the memory of what was. Suck it in so deeply that that memory will warm you next February.

[Pobeka]

1. For us folk who love the mountain spring flowers, we're waiting for the snow to melt!

Saw some nice trillium in a lowland hike last week, and it was a omen of things to come!