Most of the 275 species are small - they are little buttercups.

I have to confess that I look at clouds from both sides.

After a dreary winter of gazing at ice or grey waves under grey clouds, the blue of Grand Traverse Bay is remarkable.

Each male wants to mate. He’s come this far, but even so, it could be yes, it could be no.

The male ruffed grouse often sits on a hollow cylinder (a fallen log), but he is not striking the log, his own body or anything else to create his drumming.

Ants - nasty little ants! - plant some of our most beloved spring wildflowers.

Imagine the pent-up frustration,. the longing, and then finally, it was the "lusty month of May!" Folks could go outside, find some privacy and “throw self-control away.”