Poet James Russell Lowell claimed that there was "nothing so rare as a day in June."
I am going to agree with him.
I agree only because June has thirty days
While May brings us 31.
This year each May day has been rare.
Cool and blue.
Gray and threatening.
Whipped and windy. May can be all seasons combined.
This year May is bringing us blossoms.
And the green our eyes and hearts have been hungering for.
Not as rare as June, I give Lowell credit. His praise of June is justified.
But May is always welcome in GriggsDakota.