That lovely month when everyone goes blissfully astray
It's here, it's here, that shocking time of year,
When tons of wicked little thoughts merrily appear."
Lusty Month of May - from Camelot
Amid the fine, lime-colored leaves on the trees and bushes, lusty May dances in to the tune of sparrows in the thickets and meadow larks singing in the maple trees. The days lengthen as the sun climbs higher, casting more light and warmth and leaving April showers behind. Buds swell. The earth softens. The smell of mud and moisture permeates the air.
Robins huddle on cold lawns and await a thawed earth and green grass. Blackbirds and grackles gather in noisy groups, their voices raw and scratchy like rusty door hinges in need of oil. High above, geese in odd-legged V-patterns honk as they wing their way northward while cardinals in a flash of red begin to joyously announce that spring is officially here to stay.
May is the month of weeds, but May is the month of daffodils marching along a thawed pond and colorful tulips turning a dreary yard into a joyful one. May is purple wind flowers scattered in flowerbeds nodding in the spring breeze and fiddle heads poking up from the sleepy earth to become delicate woodland ferns. May is the sweet smell of lilies of the valley, and it’s the delightful glimpse of may apples unfurling their heads into tiny green umbrellas.
This is the time when those with a bit of farming gene in their blood start thinking about spring gardens as they sit in their recliners in the evening and pour over stacks of seed catalogs. They are anxious and ready, and they know there is magic in the month of May. Soon it will be planting time and the excitement of growing vegetables and flowers is as exhilarating today as it was for their ancestors centuries and centuries ago. Seeds are united with soil, sun, air and water to create the miracle of life.
Yes, there’s something in the air. . .it’s May. It’s May. The lusty and magical month of May!