Oh, how I love this time of the year.
I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds, and bowers:
Of April, May, of June, and July flowers.
I sing of Maypoles, Hock-carts, wassails, wakes,
Of bridegrooms, brides, and of their bridal cakes.
A night of restlessness.
Stormy, swirling skies, lightening bolts all around.
The morning mists, quietly gather and gently wrap the rain-soaked earth.
Tornado season is once again upon us. The Tennessee Valley endured a sleepless night of tornadic mayhem, trees down, roofs blown off, flooding.Be safe, adhere to the warnings, have an emergency plan in place.
I puddle up the neighborhood
I make the postman mad
I wake the worm and spank the frog
Sleeping on his lily pad
And when the tulips in their beds
Nod happily, it's true
I shake the petals of their hands
And say, How do you dew?