Oh, the first of May, the first of May!
How lovely it is, as Calli sits and watches in the sun, beside the tulips.
And I stir up dirt, a little bit of this, a dab of compost, some potting soil,
a smidgin of vermiculite
and a thimble full of 'Feed and Forget.
I make up a pot of yellow begonias, pansies and sweet alyssum
to take to my daughter across the lane.
Tuesday, when it was our elder daughter's birthday and it was still April,
we drove along to Ginty's Pond with the camera
and were mesmerized by the beautiful greens
and the sun shining on last year's candled rushes.
and the neon green clump of grass reflected in the still waters.
I went to visit the hill garden, - up the lane
lined with the beautiful curly willow
that Charles rooted and planted and watered and nurtured -
a sweet remembrance of him
and to the garden shop for some blue lobelia....
Transfixed with spring I found two lovely poems
from the days when I was young and romantic, - when
I loved Sara Teasdale, and was in awe of Goethe.
A delicate fabric of bird song
Floats in the air,
The smell of wet wild earth
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 May Day
How fair doth Nature
How bright the sunbeams!
How smiles the plain!
The flow'rs are bursting
From every bough,
And thousand voices
Each bush yields now.
And joy and gladness
Fill ev'ry breast!
Oh earth!--oh sunlight!
Oh rapture blest!
Oh love! oh loved one!
Goethe, May Song
And most wonderful of all!
Just tonight I have news of the birth of our fifth Great Grandchild!
What more glorious for springtime and the first of May!!!