And frosts are slain and flowers begotten,
And in green underwood and cover
Blossom by blossom the spring begins.
-Algernon Charles Swinburne
May is a tumultuous month in a state of limbo, when days can prove equally hot and sunny or cool and windy. Long afternoons here in Santa Fe still hold promise of late-season hail or snowstorms—or big summer thunderclaps, downpours, and searing flashes of lightning. It’s also the time of year when gentle new leaves can be seen peeking out between gray rocks and in ragged, winter-worn flowerbeds and gardens. In fact, experiencing May in the Southwest is not so different from my recent trip walking the Scottish Highlands in March, when the teensiest bits of green are beginning to show on every surface: around bubbling icy streams, beneath forest groves, trailing furry sheep up still-frozen peaks, shimmering in spots of sunlight as clouds move over the meadows. That very first, very beautiful color of spring green found in March in Scotland (or May in Santa Fe!) follows; enjoy, and happy spring to everyone. I am looking forward to summer, and in the meantime, every spot of green and sunshine brings a smile to my face.