It's May, and I have a little more bounce in my step and happiness in my soul. May is absolutely my favorite month of the year. I was born in May, but that has little to do with why I love it. I do, however, feel a bit blessed to know I arrived in this world during this most wonderful time of year. It just seems to be almost perfect in that the temperature is warm, but not too warm; the early flowers are blooming and other plants are beginning to pop from the Earth; once again clothes are snapping in the wind as they hang on the clothesline, and the gloriously fresh breezes are wafting through the house. Can it get any better than that?
Once again the backyard is filled with birds, and you can hear them singing from dawn to dusk. Yesterday I saw my first hummingbird, and this morning there was an oriole attempting to drink from the hummingbird feeder. The robins are hopping around searching for worms, and the mourning doves beautiful coo can be heard. Life has once more come to give us pause and marvel at the beauty of nature.
Thought for the day: "What potent blood hath modest May. Ralph Waldo Emerson
