First Day of Dirt

It's May

It's May! It's May! And the fields are gay
With the growing wheat and clover,
The laughing brook has a cheery look
For the winter's reign is over!

It's spring! It's spring!  And the bluebirds sing,
In the azure heavens soaring,
The joyous notes form their tiny throats
In a wave of song out-pouring!

It's true! It's true! There's a life anew
And a fresh green world it's bringing,
Away with gloom when the orchards bloom
And the oriole is singing!

'Tis well! 'Tis well! That the song birds tell
Of a rapture overflowing,
The humblest clod sings the praise of God
When the breath of May is blowing!

-Stillman J. Elwell

Yesterday, I found out S. was my sweet secret pal was this year.  She has been wonderful!  Yesterday she not only sent me home with a basket of kitchen gadgets; but a planter of herbs. Yeah!   I cornered her country sharp curbed lane a little too quickly, and, ahem, the herb garden toppled.  Upon arriving home, I was forced to get my hands into the plant - and of course, I didn't seem pratical to wait for a change of clothes. 
When I read this poem today - I laughed... in this, my busiest month, what a great twenty minute staycation- dirt under the nails, party clothes and smile. Thanks to S. and the toppled humble clods.