May Day
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?
-Sara Teasdale
How did it happen that this first day of May finds me celebrating my 80th year of living on God's green earth?! I thank God for allowing me to continue tending my little piece of Eden in good health, surrounded by my family and friends. My older sister Wilma ( below, center) came down from Chicago to join the celebration. My younger sister Linda ( right ) moved from Chicago to Chapel Hill several years ago.
May is a very eventful month with my birthday, two of my children's as well and Mother's day. It's also a great month to begin the gardening year in earnest.
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