It's coming and it's here

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We made it through the winter and the mud. This has been the hardest, most beautiful spring I've ever been through. Now that I've time-traveled down to the South, where early summer is in full swing, I can officially say that the sun and warmth is coming and it's here. I'm at my father and brother's new farm, Our Lady of Bear Creek, in Chatham County, NC, where everything is so sun-graced and sparkling, I have a hard time getting in front of the lense. Tuliptrees and sweetgums and winged elms and honeysuckle and privet and eliangus and bitter orange and sycamores and cedars and cow peas and buttercups and walnuts and hickories and locusts and willow oaks: a fraction of what's here. I am seeing more; that seems to be the emphasis of this spring. Finally I make my way down the path. At the very end, a jewel in the grass catches my eye. It changes from ice blue to emerald green to honey yellow to garnet red to blinding white, as bright as those headlights you see on new cars. A single fat drop of dew hangs under a stem, lit by the sun.