dual personalities

It’s the last day of April! Spring has sprung! Buds on the peonies, buds on the iris…

Goodness gracious–weeds proliferating!

Here’s a poem for May by Leigh Hunt:

There is May in books forever;
May will part from Spenser never;
May’s in Milton, May’s in Prior,
May’s in Chaucer, Thomson, Dyer;
May’s in all the Italian books:—
She has old and modern nooks,
Where she sleeps with nymphs and elves,
In happy places they call shelves,
And will rise and dress your rooms
With a drapery thick with blooms.
Come, ye rains, then if ye will,
May’s at home, and with me still;
But come rather, thou, good weather,
And find us in the fields together.

And here’s a prayer daughter #1 sent me yesterday–it’s a good one: