Well, we finally floated out of April. One of my fond hopes for this month is that we won't need to use the international distress call due to weather events. Yesterday we had some unusual (but not international) visitors in the back yard. A pair of Canada geese (they're only Canadian if you can check their passport) stopped by for some grit, food and a brief swim. One of the pleasures of living here is enjoying this kind of visit from time to time.
Their visit was one of the nicest outcomes of the wet weather we've been enjoying followed by the day lilies that have started to come up in the last day or so. One the other hand, seeds planted indoors over the past week or two are suffering from lack of sun and soil warmth. Sigh! Sarah Teasdale tells us how we should enjoy this May Day (and all the rest of them).
May Day
by Sarah Teasdale
(1884-1933)
A delicate fabric of bird song
Floats in the air,
The smell of wet wild earth
Is everywhere.
Red small leaves of the maple
Are clenched like a hand,
Like girls at their first communion
The pear trees stand.
Oh I must pass nothing by
Without loving it much,
The raindrop try with my lips,
The grass with my touch;
For how can I be sure
I shall see again
The world on the first of May
Shining after the rain?
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