Mayapples, where elves and fairies are said to pause beneath spreading leaves to sip afternoon cocktails, are coming into bloom. The Mayapples' oversized creamy white flowers, with hearts of gold tucked beneath the broad leaves, are visible only to those willing to get down on their knees for a view of nature's handsome handiworks.
Seemingly overnight, forest and garden have been painted with new life in a brilliant kaleidoscope of vibrant colors. Dwarf iris are putting on a great show, and azaleas of every hue have reached their peak. This show will quickly disappear, however, as petals fade and green leaves on the hardwoods supplant the festival of flowers. The year, now fully committed, is on her way.
Farmers are busy with their planting, now far enough along to produce some roadside displays of spring produce. Benches are laden, or soon will be, with box upon box of ripe, sweet and delicious strawberries waiting to be taken home, surrounded by row upon row of seedlings that lead the home gardener down the green path of temptation.
The primary instinct of all life is survival, and to survive means harvesting food. It probably took early man but a few generations before he discovered that, although he cannot leaf out a fruit tree or enliven a vegetable root or sprout a single seed of grain, if he cooperates he generally can depend on nature doing her part.