April and MayWillows and lilacs brings again, The whistle of returning birds, And the trumpet-lowing of the heards. The scarlet maple-keys betray What potent blood hath modest May, What fierce force the earth tenews. The wealth of forms, the flush of hues; What joy in rosy waves outpoured flows from the heart of Love, the Lord. Ralph Waldo Emerson |
I had been noticing that all of the trees had little buds on them. It has been raining all day today and tonight when I returned home all the trees had leaves on them. It is aas if the buds had all exploded.
