Just three days ago everything was covered in snow.
This evening the sky is on fire to the east.
It's the burning.
The air is filled with a luscious aroma of smoke, the sounds of eager leopard frogs, and Sandhill Cranes at a smorgasbord.
Two warm days and the fields are clear. Some snow remains in the woods and in shaded spots. But the dry grassland is on fire now.
It's time to be careful and watchful.
With my historical research into Christian Holy Days and Paganism I wonder if there was a similar experience in Britain and northern Europe during this season that might be part of the background of Beltane.
So, off to the books I go.