Happy May Day!
Some flowers for my friends. I wish that I could leave them quietly on each doorstep; but pretend I have.
For this is the month of possibility. Of yes, we may. That verb expressing hope and chance and promise and permission and maybe even some hawthorn blossoms (in its other, nounish, sense).
The quails are making happy noises this morning outside the open bedroom window, and I feel like I may do the same. Sidling along the fence, calling to one another. Enjoying the new morning, the new month.
May it be a bright one for you all.
image: Christie B. Cochrell, Blossoms and Wall