All year, I dream of the days of May,
When the sun is warm,
The grass is green,
The sky is blue,
And the garden is all new again,
I’m ready to get out in the garden, to plant ideas and whims, to soak up the sun, to smell the fresh earth and May flowers.
All year, I dream of the days of May, when the sun is warm, the grass is green, the sky is blue and the garden is all new again.