Panola Mountain, late May

 The woods are full of wild strawberries. Some are situated to catch the sun, and the berries are deep red. Others are in the shade, and their berries are pale green.

The walnut trees are heavy with nuts in green hulls. I saw fruit on a mulberry — red, but not yet black — and thought of the mulberry tree on the banks of Zarzamora Creek where a vermilion flycatcher used to roost.

We walked three miles under a blue sky, empty except for a half-moon. The midway point is a granite outcrop. I never get tired of seeing it.