It's May, it's May . . .

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Wheeeeee.
Give your friends flowers day.
Weekend - Birthdays and Faerie and Maypoles! Oh my.
No words for weekend - travelling between the worlds - from my house to Their house and back.
From my house to Her house and back.

Watch the sun come up in the South. Remember. To. Breathe.

A Tree Song
(A.D. 1200)
Rudyard Kipling

OF ALL the trees that grow so fair,
Old England to adorn,
Greater are none beneath the Sun,
Than Oak, and Ash, and Thorn.
Sing Oak, and Ash, and Thorn, good sirs,
(All of a Midsummer morn!)
Surely we sing no little thing,
In Oak, and Ash, and Thorn!
SNIP
Oh, do not tell the Priest our plight,
Or he would call it a sin;
But-we have been out in the woods all night,
A-conjuring Summer in!
And we bring you news by word of mouth-
Good news for cattle and corn-
Now is the Sun come up from the South,
With Oak, and Ash, and Thorn!

Thank you Rudyard Kipling.

Wheeee.