The “sweetest month” is here. . .and it came bearing gifts. Roses are blooming and strawberries are ripe- and the world is better for it. The beauty of May is showing up everywhere and refuses to be taken for granted.
The strawberry fields are ” alive and well”. They are happy places for all ages. Nobody leaves a strawberry patch empty-hearted or empty-handed. Most people end up picking enough to share. Twice this season, I have been gifted with a basket of the sweet berries-both occasions made a nice difference in my day. Strawberries are pretty to look at and their familiar fragrance is nothing short of delightful. A kitchen full of strawberries is a happy kitchen. A meal that ends with strawberry shortcake, is a good one. There are plenty more options of things to do with strawberries and none are bad. Last night, I made a strawberry bread pudding and it felt like a holiday at the rabbit patch just because of that.
I used to grow my own strawberries, but I couldn’t get enough to make a pie because the rabbit patch community seems to like them as good as we do. I am generous by nature, but to say it was a “fruitless” endeavor is about accurate. I did throw the scraps of the berries out last night and the first-born bunnies of this year found them quickly. I have only just started seeing baby rabbits these last few weeks. Cash, my boxer, and I go out at the twilight time and watch them . Cash has too much pride to be mistaken for a “rabbit dog” and so does not hinder their play.
The smell of roses is heavy in the early night air now. The “Quiet Garden” is bragging like “nobody’s business” and without shame. I best like small flowers, but the rose is one of my favorites. It is hard not to love a rose. I love the fragrant varieties best, but any rose is worthy of adoration. Roses seem to have a language all their own-one that is felt, not spoken and not easily forgotten.
Redbirds are all over the rabbit patch and everywhere else now-a-days. Cardinals are a noble bird. They will perch in flowering trees with “airs” as if they are lending some prestige to the tree-and they do. A male cardinal must be a very brave bird. It matters not if he rests in an old magnolia or on a ditch bank-he is easily spotted with his flashy feathers- which ensures the safety of his wife. Cardinals mate for life.
In a world full of schedules with quick ticking clocks and all sorts of obligations, it is good to remember that the roses, redbirds, young rabbits and strawberries of May, come without demands and price tags. Things in the wild do not honor such systems- and the world is better for it.