Actually with temperatures in the 80s, it seemed like perhaps the area had bypassed the season and went straight for summer.
Sherman, the older St. Bernard, was lollygagging around.
I beeped his collar to tell him to "come."
To my surprise, the beeping collar was a lot closer than where Sherman was last seen.
Apparently, Gus had removed the elder St. Bernard's collar and was headed across the field with it.
The collar was retrieved with some difficulty and placed back onto the correct St. Bernard.
While the other dogs had taken to the water to beat the spring heat, Gus still had a ways to come before learning to swim.
He stuck to the streams and puddles and still managed to get just as muddy as the rest of them.
It appeared to be more violets this year than in previous years. There were so many varieties and shades. They seemed to be everywhere, in the woods and in the yard. The only variety of which I was certain on the name was the yellow halberd-leaved violet.
The bellworts had hung their petals out to dry.
Pink lady slippers emerged from the ground and started to bud.
Also in the orchid family, the downy rattlesnake plantain started to green up. However, it would be awhile until its tiny flowers appeared.
Also greening up, were the trees. The forest canopy started to quickly fill in.
In addition to the growth on the trees, the local bucks' antlers have started to emerge.