For Mayday~

 

The May-pole is up,
Now give me the cup;
I'll drink to the garlands around it;
But first unto those
Whose hands did compose
The glory of flowers that crown'd it.
~Robert Herrick, The Maypole, 1660
...
“The fair maid who, the First of May,
Goes to the field at break of day
And washes in the dew from the hawthorn tree,
Will ever after handsome be.�?BR>...
Summer is coming, oh, summer is near
with the leaves on the trees and the sky blue and clear
small birds are singing their fond notes so true
and wild flowers are springing in the May morning dew"
-old folk song
...
"The first of May is garland day
And chimney-sweepers' dancing day;
Curl your locks as I do mine,
One before and one behind

The month is divided into three periods,
the waxing, the mid-month, and the waning,
which answer to the phases of the moon.
- Endnotes to Evelyn-White' s trans.of Hesiod's "Works and Days."

When the moon passes through the signs of the Zodiac
Which are most peculiar to the Earth, if you then plant trees,
They will be strongly rooted in the Earth;
If you plant them when she passes through the signs of the Air,
Then the tree so planted, will be plentiful in branches and leaves,
And increases more upward then downward.
- John Baptista Porta, "Natural Magick", book I

Happiness is when what you think, what you say, and what you do are in harmony. ~
Mahatma Gandhi

There's rosemary, that's for remembrance; pray, love, remember; and there is pansies,
that's for thoughts. ~Shakespeare

Rainbows; and the blue bitter smoke of wood;
And radiant raindrops couching in cool flowers;
And flowers themselves, that sway through sunny hours,
Dreaming of moths that drink them under the moon;
- Rupert Brooke, "South Seas."

"Pray to the Moon, when She is rounde,
Luck with you, shall then abounde.
What ever you seek for, Shall be founde,
In Sea, or Sky, or Solid Grounde.

~ traditional Wiccan rhyme

"I don't remember losing track of you, You were always dancing in and out of view"
~Jackson Browne

"If you leave the Christian Bible outside, eventually the wind and the rain
will destroy it. My bible IS the wind and the rain. "
 
This quote is attributed to an unnamed Native American woman...

 

What a pity flowers can utter no sound!
A singing rose, a whispering violet, a
murmuring honeysuckle,-oh, what a
rare and exquisite miracle would these
be! ~Henry Ward Beecher

Be the change you wish to see in the world... Gandhi