The Southeast Valley Honeybees, after several years of absence, have laid claim to our Mayday tree, now in full bloom. The entire tree hums and vibrates with the sound of dozens upon dozens of bees.
Nothing
in my northland world outdoes a Mayday tree in the production of pearly white
flowers. It doesn’t scatter its blossoms like loose change; it gathers them
into long, crowded tassels, turning each branch into a chandelier, if not a
floral waterfall, of small blooms. Mayday trees also bloom early and produce a
sweet, beckoning scent, boosting the odds of pollination before other trees and
ground flowers even get off the starting line to compete.
Yesterday,
at midday, I wandered out and stood beneath the Mayday, a halo of blossoms and
bees above me.
If
not heaven, close.
—Mitchell
Hegman
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