May ushers in renewed energy

The favourite lake season is finally here! The loons have landed, and the rippling of ice-free lakes garners a cheer.
The forest, too, is alive with the sounds of music and the smells of freshly-thawed earth.
May is a tonic— and a great time to get outside and explore.
In fact, I have the most energy at this time of year. There’s something about the trilling of spring peepers and the soon to arrive sparrows which gets my feet moving.
So, I convince my husband to go for a hike. Or more accurately, I convince him to go for a “stroll,” which is really a triathlon.
Like I said, spring is the time I have the most energy.
My husband is smart enough to check my backpack, however. He knows I often have bigger plans in mind than what I admit up front.
“If we’re just going for a little walk, why did you pack a rope?” he asked before we headed out the door.
“For extra safety on the ridges,” I replied while emphasizing the word “safety.”
The word doesn’t convince him, however.
“Maybe we’ll just stick to the trails since they go around the ridges,” he responded, using the same tone he used long ago when I suggested we get married in a canoe.
So off we go—hiking and then rowing.
We forget about jobs, chores, and any other responsibilities. We pass by the dock that needs leveling, a screen door that needs adjusting, and the outhouse which needs moving.
I informed my husband that today the words “we should” are banned from our vocabulary. It’s healthy sometimes to live in the moment.
And in no time, calm happiness settled in. The sun was on our faces, and we were surrounded by billions of blossoming buds. It’s good to experience the seasons, which revolve no matter what trivial thoughts consume the mind.
Then the five senses start to take over. We found violets emerging in warm rocky spots, lots of marsh marigold poking through where it’s wet, and tiny pink twinflowers blooming around the slopes.
We also discovered the most incongruous taste of spring–wintergreen. It’s a small, glossy plant that spreads out on the forest floor in patches.
The real treasure of the plant, however, is the cherry red berries which hang below the leaves. Still on the plant after a long winter freeze, they taste like bubble gum.
We picked a small handful and took them to a rock perch, where we ate them along with sandwiches and a cup of Earl Grey tea.
And when we finished our lunch, we headed down the rock and hauled out a rowboat, accompanied by the sound of a loon’s tremolo in the bay.
It’s a soft call, and the bird sounds only mildly alarmed at our presence. To me, it’s like he’s just tired and happy to be here after such a long flight.
“I know how you feel,” I uttered before taking in a deep breath.
Renewed with thanks, it felt good that at last we’re here. Finally the favourite lake season begins.
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