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Mingo Swamp Wakes Up in April

The mockingbird outside my window sings with persistence in April, seeming to support all of Nature shouting, “Come outside and see what’s happening.” It’s my favorite month at the edge of this swamp. I’ve come to expect Nature to surprise me every time I go exploring.

On a warm day recently I worked at an outside sink to sort some seeds I had saved from last summer’s garden. Standing there I became aware that the small oak tree behind me was humming. Turning and looking up I saw and heard honey bees, not in a swarm as they can be in early spring, but circling and stopping, alone and in clusters of three or four, just below some holes ringing the trunk of the tree. Then I spotted the downy woodpecker on the other side of the tree, drilling for grubs and bugs. I stood for awhile, just watching.

The bees were collecting the sap that drained from the holes. Perhaps they were hungry, as they can be after winter and before the first nectar flow. Maybe they were gathering the resinous liquid to make propolis, which is “bee glue” they use for filling every little crack in the hive to keep out unwanted critters. As I separated dry peas from their pods and stripped basil seeds from their stems, I listened to the music of the bees buzzing and the woodpecker pecking and became acutely aware that Nature’s cycles are running all the while. All I have to do is come outside to see and hear.

One little worker bee came to the table and just sat for a long time. After an hour or so, I picked her up with my fingernail, and she crawled from thumb to index finger for about ten minutes before I put her down. Fortunately for me she wasn’t interested in stinging. Fortunately for her, too, as a worker bee will die if she loses her stinger in a person.

On an early April morning walk, I saw numerous spring violets that have popped up in the dead leaves and grass.  Strewn across the yard were the funneled webs of more than one hundred and fifty grass spiders, their webs looking like white dew-covered skirts settled around invisible dolls.

I noticed that the dogwoods are prettier this spring than I can ever remember them to be. The recent rain and relative warm have opened the blossoms, and the cool snaps in the weather haven’t damaged their whiteness. This striking contrast to the layers of various greens of the new-budding trees adds a crisp vibrancy to the spring canvas God is painting around us. I tried to count the flowering dogwoods edging their way around this place but stopped at twenty-three. Only one has pink-tinged flowers. The birds will be happy with the seeds in the fall if no quick cold spell comes in the next few weeks.

Down in the forest I spotted new growth of leaves on small hickories, their buds stretching like fingers, opening to celebrate the warmth. Buckeye blossoms patterned the shrub layer, adding scarlet and a little yellow to the wash of greens all around. The Atamasco lily, sometimes called the wild Easter lily because of when it blooms, captures my attention in the swamp every April, like a friend you know will come and shows up without calling. I’m always happy to see them both.

Waking to the morning call of the mockingbird and walking a cup of hot tea around the edge of the swamp in April remind me that Nature is always at work and often for our sheer joy.  


5 replies on “Mingo Swamp Wakes Up in April”


Indeed April is a coming-alive month. I thoroughly enjoyed reading about Mingo Woods in April. Your descriptions are so vivid; I felt like I was there with you. Thank you for sharing this delightful script here.

Again, welcome back to the Pub!




You bring joy to the screen when you fill it with the imagery
of Mingo Swamp. Immediately upon seeing the title of this
lovely signature piece, I heard in my heart a really great line
of poetry…”My heart leaps up when I behold
Mingo Swamp awakening….”

Already been taken you say? Drat!
Okay, how about this one…Reading Mingo Swamp Awakening…
I thought, “What day is it? Today? Ah, my favorite day.”
That’s been taken too? Fiddlesticks. How about this? It is
wonderful to see your voice again!! It is!

Many thanks for being here, and for sharing the blooms and
music of Mingo Swamp.


This sounds a lot like a place I would’ve loved to live in as a child. We lived on 8 acres in the country from the summer before I entered eighth grade to my second year in college. It was a relatively brief period of my life but when I think of “Home” that is where my mind goes. So this resonates very deeply with me.


Hi Pct

What a gorgeous, gorgeous scene you set appealing to all the senses. I love the descriptive detail in this poetic narrative and how you intertwine your insight , as found in these lines —

” I separated dry peas from their pods and stripped basil seeds from their stems, I listened to the music of the bees buzzing and the woodpecker pecking and became acutely aware that Nature’s cycles are running all the while…”

So much of this haunts in the most enchanted way. I am engaged from start to finish and feel as if I am there, vividly aware of this April awakening in Mingo Swamp. This reminds of some of the beautiful writing of the late author/poet, Ursula Le Guin.

Thanks so much for sharing,
love this one!


Your writing is beautiful. It’s easy to “cozy up” in your words as it all feels so close to the home & heart. Take care, Ptc.



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