For my birthday, in the middle of May, my husband and I towed our little vintage Shasta camper up to Grayson Highlands State Park in Virginia. It’s one of my favorite places. Not just because they have wild ponies, but also because the wild ponies graze the highlands and afford an open view of the terrain. May is often wet and misty, and of course in the highlands the green is fresh and a plethora of hues. We came across this old tree crowned in burls. The Appalachian Trail curved around the great tree, and the path was festooned with sweet mayapples nodding in the breeze.