It's a blooming wonderful time of year. Or, maybe, it's a wonderful blooming time of year. We are experiencing a major outbreak of floweritis eruptus. Thanks for taking the time to stop and smell the flowers with us here at My Minnesota. The rain showers should help a lot with greening up and damping down the fire danger. The back yard pear tree is almost exactly a month behind last year's schedule. One the way home, a flock of male goldfinches flushed from the side of the gravel road like shrapnel from an exploding gold mine. The Canada geese are mostly paired up. I've seen very few turtles crossing the road so far. I don't think things have warmed up enough yet for them to be active and laying eggs, although nature seems to have reached and passed the tipping point from Winter to Spring and is now on the downhill slide into Summer. We'll have a full moon in about a week. The Anishnaabe call it waabigwani-giizis, meaning blossom moon. Have you noticed the fresh smell of wet Spring air? James Russell Lowell, a fellow New Englander, wrote "...what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days;..." may be technically correct as far as he went, but he should have given more acknowledgement to the growing perfection that is May in Minnesota. Until the season's thunderstorms with wind and hail arrive to blow them away or knock them down, many of our trees and shrubs grow more enticing with their blossoming beauty and their flowering frailty. Winter and Summer seem to settle in and stay for awhile. Spring in Minnesota is the essence of ephemeral. We need to enjoy it while we can. We earned it last Winter. Thanks for listening. Come again when you can. Rants, raves and reflections served here daily.