May Day

A single gentle rain makes the grass many shades greener. So our prospects brighten on the influx of better thoughts. We should be blessed if we lived in the present always, and took advantage of every accident that befell us, like the grass which confesses the influence of the slightest dew that falls on it.

--Henry David Thoreau

 Happy May Day!  As we mark one of the Pagan cross-quarters, I often feel as though we are at the apex of spring.  With the world around me in full bloom (especially this year when many flowering trees are days or even weeks ahead of "schedule") it feels as though the senses are often in overload.  Seeds that have been planted are poking though the soil, (the weeds even faster) and the quality of the green around you feels almost surreal.  The spring has it's own fleeting feeling.  With each day their is something new to see, if you take the time to look.  The next day it may be gone.  It is a continuous reminder of the life that hides under the humus and within the bud.

Walk, put your hands in the dirt and inhale deeply.