On May Morning five years ago, I sat on my porch at Heron House and sketched the garden & "the gossip of the Place" as Gary Snyder says. I don't live there anymore and our beloved neighborhood dog Rex is gone too. Still the sweetness of that May Morn persists like the scent of lilacs and lily-of-the-valley. (Here's a link to a giant version so you can read all the little notes.)
A Blessed May Day to you all!