May is my favorite month hands down. I wish more of the year could be just like May.

So much hope resides in May. The gardens are just waking up, there’s still time to dream about what might be planted and harvested, before the heat of summer bakes the earth and the weeds and insects take over.

Walks in the woods in May are comfortable, a light breeze and sun filtering through newly opening leaves.

Lots of birds come back to town.

Trees are blooming.

Skies are blue. There’s so much to look forward to and I can hardly wait for summer.

But I want May to last a couple months first.