May has been wetter than I’d hoped but the flowers and trees are the beneficiaries. The daffodils were spectacular, lasting weeks longer than last year’s bloom and I’ve seen the first iris in my yard – a miniature white iris. I can suffer the rain when the rewards are healthy growth for my gardens.

My flowers are like the poetry I write – many sprouts but not as many full grown masterpieces. The rain helps both- it waters the flowers and keeps me inside where I sit in front of my computer not tempted to go out in the gray wet.