Praise be: on yet another glorious day, I actually had about an hour to do some hiking, and since I knew this gift was short-lived, I had to find a trail close to home. I opted for the Henne refuge, which is only about a ten minute drive away, and I had a several items on my observation-and-documentation agenda. There were odonates, of course, along with butterflies—I spotted, very briefly, my first Monarch—birds, and that old honeybee nest in the Red Maple. There was nothing remarkable to report, save to say that the Honeybees are no longer in buzzy residence. Since I never saw any emerge in the spring, I have to conclude that the winter proved too much for the nest... darn. They certainly seemed OK in the fall. The other item on my agenda was to check out wildflowers, the Turk's-cap Lilies, in particular. Lilium superbum is a native stunner that I often see displaying bloom spikes taller than this reporter, but last year, the whorls of leaves and the fat flower buds attracted the attention of deer—what else is new?—and the "hooved rats" ate most of the plants. I found Turk's Caps, which get their common name from the recurving flower petals, in other places, so the plants were not likely to go extinct in the area. At Henne, I was hopeful that the deer had spent the winter and spring elsewhere, and the plants had not reacted badly to last year's shearing. I guess not: the Henne Turk's Caps are putting on a spectacular show.