The first day of field season is something sacred to me. This year, my season is starting early. I’m trying to track the phenology (flowering season) of plants that provide nectar and pollen to bees and I want to be out there when the first things are flowering. So I was out on the first of April, when most of the snow had melted, doing transects. When I told the farm managers what I was doing, they laughed at me.
“Nothing is flowering just yet,” I explained, showing him my empty data sheet.
“Oh, you’re very astute,” the farmer said patronizingly, “What a keen observer you are.”
(I take these kinds of things in stride.) I nodded sagely and wandered away, squishing through mud in my gum boots. In spite of the stress of this field season (new sites, new vehicle, new system), and the uncertainty in my data, the anticipation of field work is wonderful. This is what I love.