This strangely undulating spring season has finally taken hold and migrating, nest feathering, courting, breeding, and newborn appearances are at a crescendo. As my birthday week dawns, all the land again looks fecund and familiar, the perfect inspiration for a dawn to dusk communion with the wild rebirthing of the year.
Last night's brief but thorough watering has brought on the rising mist at dawn. While gossamer has draped the vernal marsh for many days, this morning reveals the first perfect orb weaving of the year (above), appointed with shocks of chartreuse buttonbush leaves emerging. Swallows twitter and soar over the water dining on thick clouds of spring gnats. And mama wood duck emerges from her box for a breath of morning air.