The cold, wet spring seems far behind. Hawkweeds, buttercups, and ragged robin are blooming in fields and on edges, and butterflies are everywhere. Clearwing hummingbird moths were too early for the dame’s rocket bloom, but tiger swallowtails are putting on a show in the late lilacs and puddling by scores on damp paths. Where to focus with such a wealth of season? Yet, as always, just getting out, that magic removed from home and tasks makes it all equally meaningful, every precious moment.