Things are bloomin’ around here, despite all previous weather attempts to keep it from happening. We have color and bees and sweet smells, people.
All those April showers did bring May flowers.
I want to weave flowers in my hair and string crepe paper streamers from the trees and run around barefoot singing and skipping. Tra la la la la.
Look at all the cheery hope springing up in our yard:
"The world's favorite season is the spring.
All things seem possible in May."
- Edwin Way Teale