The bounteous sun is bestowing its beneficence, helping May to be the merriest month of ballad and fable.
I saw the first elder blossom of the season this evening, and elder is a primary barometer of summer. When the white elder blooms it’s a sign that summer has started. When the black berries begin to wrinkle and fall, you know that summer has reached its end.
And also this evening I saw a lamb bouncing across a field – all four legs off the ground at the same time. Bounce, bounce, bounce he went. Cuteness personified (in a manner of speaking.) I expect he answers to Zebedee.
Soon be Mistress Mary’s 6th birthday. The connection with ‘B’ may remain my secret because I like secrets. I wonder whether she’ll have a party. If so, I’m sure I won’t be invited. She doesn’t know me, you see – which I consider a shame – but then, I don’t like jelly very much anyway.
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