Thriving trees have all but covered over Hurricane Ivan-induced scars. I swim in a sea of pine-scented green. Rain has been just right this Spring, too. The swelling wild blueberries have never been so large. I hope we get to pick a few before the deer and birds eat them all. The nights and early mornings in the first week of May are still cool. The hot sun and humidity of a midmorning ramble remind me why walking is best at sunrise.
