Of course it’s not May Day at all: it’s just May Day bank holiday in the UK.
May Day itself should have been last week, but passed unnoticed and uncelebrated.
The hawthorn trees and bushes have been in flower for several weeks, so it’s tempting to think that “may is out” and that it’s time to don summer clothing. But given the almost icy temperatures we’ve had overnight again recently, I think we would be unwise to pack away our winter woollies quite yet.
Over the last few weeks, some of my early mornings have taken me through the churchyard and at this time of year there are all the right flowers in bloom.
The churchyard is bright with rosemary,
pansies and forget-me-nots.
Camouflaged among old tombstones,
nimbus-tailed squirrels pause and pose.
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