Early spring has long passed. Ephemerals are in seed and fading. Spring peepers are quiet, replaced with the calls of grey tree frogs and bullfrogs. Midspring - marked by warbler calls and sightings (we saw a mourning warbler in the hemlock and a Blackburnian warbler in the catbird cave in the week before we went to the Catskills - the week of May 9th) - has passed also.
The heat has settled in, alternating with rains that temporarily break the heat and humidity. First broods have hatched (chickadees), caterpillars are obvious (definite tussock moth), fireflies are an evening display (especially over the meadow below the garden), and strawberries are done. Our cold-hearty greens went to seed incredibly fast (no problem, we were sick of them after eating them from our greenhouse this winter). Heat rash, depressed appetite, tick bites, dehydration, increased demand for fruit.
Blueberries are ripening. We've each eaten one apiece of low and highbush blueberries. A sharp-beaked bird enjoyed a plump, squat reddish-green blueberry. It's time to stop procrastinating on the chickenwire blueberry hoops.