I enjoy the tradition of hanging a May Basket
on an unsuspecting neighbor's door.
(Although if you do it often enough,
how unsuspecting can they really be?)
This morning a light rain was falling as I tip-toed through my garden,
snipping grape hyacinth, forsythia, cherry blossoms, and myrtle.
Hail, sweet month of May!
Hail, bright month of May!
Bring sunshine with thee,
Chasing clouds away.
March has left us sighing
In cold and chilly blast,
April's tears have fallen,
May has come at last!
—Anon.
