Wooooohooooo!!!! Say it with a happy sigh breathing through the syllable: Maaaay! Wouldn’t that be a pretty name for a girl?
And now, it really is time to–
- clean out the front closet
- pull the weeds out of the garden
- turn the garden
- mow the lawn, quickly-before-it-rains!
- make more yogurt
- make more nut bread
(Oh sorry–those last two don’t fit!)
Did we tell you that our Pasque flower is blooming profusely? And the Lily of the Valleys are poking up, and the hostas are poking up, and-and… !
And here’s a spring poem for you:
Where innocent bright-eyed daisies are,
With blades of grass between,
Each daisy stands up like a star
Out of a sky of green.