May is when fluffy white clouds float across clear blue skies. It is when the sun shines through small leaves, and the soft earth becomes carpeted with apple blossoms. May is when birds and butterflies return from their long travels south. It is when the sun is warm, and breezes are rich and sweet.
Archives for May 2004
A million tiny circles formed on the surface of the lake as yet another spring shower fell on the little crew of fishermen enjoying a day on the dock. A half-dozen rods were resting in holes made in the log railing, created for just that purpose.
She is fickle. I asked if she could be anywhere she wanted to be right this minute, where would she be?