by Carl Strang
By my own subjective criteria, I have to declare that spring finally arrived, with a whimper, on April 16. I wasn’t at Mayslake Forest Preserve that day to see it, but the next day was a cold one, and it was clear that a few trout lilies and spring beauties had bloomed but then closed up in the lowered temperature. The weather stayed cold then, and so it wasn’t until Monday of this week that spring was manifestly present. One of its heralds was a patch of white trout lilies.
Spring beauties were scattered in little patches across the savanna.
A bonus was a colony of bloodroots.
That warm day also brought the first green darner dragonfly, and mourning cloak and cabbage white butterflies. We haven’t seen the last of the cool weather, but winter appears to be done.