We'll tell you of a blossom and of buds on every tree
Rabbit, rabbit! For May Day, I made a garland and
spatch photographed me. The inspiration was
nineweaving.

The awful razing of our yard last summer produced one unexpected result this spring: we have a ground cover of violets. I picked a sufficient-looking quantity and brought them inside where I discovered that my romantic idea of braiding a garland was woefully inadequate to the tendency of stems to snap. I knotted them at intervals with thread.

Considering that I cannot remember ever making a garland of wild flowers before in my life, I was pleased with the results.

In which I am doing my best to become a green man of the lilac, just budding but already summer-sweet.

The photographer thought I looked like a heroic statue.

Because everyone should be offered a branch of May, even if it's a Bradford pear.
And on the porch was sitting the copy of Vivien Alcock's A Kind of Thief (1991) that
osprey_archer had offered a week ago and Hestia had run across my computer to claim, so she will sit on it and I will read it and we will welcome in the spring.

The awful razing of our yard last summer produced one unexpected result this spring: we have a ground cover of violets. I picked a sufficient-looking quantity and brought them inside where I discovered that my romantic idea of braiding a garland was woefully inadequate to the tendency of stems to snap. I knotted them at intervals with thread.

Considering that I cannot remember ever making a garland of wild flowers before in my life, I was pleased with the results.

In which I am doing my best to become a green man of the lilac, just budding but already summer-sweet.

The photographer thought I looked like a heroic statue.

Because everyone should be offered a branch of May, even if it's a Bradford pear.
And on the porch was sitting the copy of Vivien Alcock's A Kind of Thief (1991) that

no subject
How could I resist that offer? Happy May!