There’s that feeling in the air. The sparrows and finches have got a lot to say. From one day to the next, the grass is not only lush but needs mowing. Out for a walk on a sunny morning, 70 degrees, you take in “this tremendous scene — / This whole Experiment of Green” (as Emily Dickinson put it). The sky seems more open, more spacious.

And that brings me to “Our Spacious Skies,” the monthly feature that kicked off in the print magazine a year and a half ago. It’s our tribute to America and all things Americana, from the grand to the goofy. Each month, one of our writers or editors, by way of plane, train, or automobile, lights out for a quintessentially or quirkily American corner of this great big country.

Each piece in the series is to be savored, and if you missed them when they came out, you can find them all here.

Perhaps the two most kinetic pieces yet are “Charlie and Luther’s Most Excellent Whizzbang American Roller-Coaster Adventure,” a Cooke-Abel extravaganza, and Sarah Schutte’s “Slipping the Surly Bonds,” in which our resident pilot takes us literally into the spacious skies (above Ohio). When not dangling upside down at Cedar Point, Luther was riding the milk truck in his home state of Wisconsin. Jack Butler introduced us to some pretty strange phenomena (in West Virginia and Virginia), as is his wont. John Miller gave us a history lesson on a godforsaken island in Florida. Yours truly schlepped out to the Great Plains for the unlikely combo of Cather and cranes in Nebraska. Vahaken Mouradian, a Colorado rodeo rookie, in the current issue takes us along to his citizenship ceremony. What could be more American than that? I guarantee it will bring a tear to your eye (it did to ours).

We haven’t made it from sea to shining sea yet, but we’re working on it. Come along with us as we explore more parts unknown (teaser: we’ve got baseball, extraterrestrials, and a massive Hindu temple on the way).

To borrow the words of another poet, we’ve gone to look for America.