With the wind in my hair, that's how I spent my entire day today, digging and pulling, arranging and fluffing.
The bicycle got a new basket of flowers, if only I can keep the squirrels from planting their own goodies inside.
"It was the month of May, the month when the foliage of herbs and trees is most freshly green, when buds ripened and blossoms appear in their fragrance and loveliness.
And the month when lovers, subject to the same force which reawakens the plants, feel their hearts open again, recall past trysts and past vows, and moments of tenderness, and yearn for a renewal of the magical awareness which is love."
~ Sir Thomas Malory, La Morte d'Arthur