Mayday

Here we are suddenly in the fifth month of the year. Where did April go? Watching for the hummers, waiting for the sun, channelling new ponds, spring-cleaning--and now at last we seem to have arrived at a springtime with fat buds on the wistaria and nesting pairs of several bird species
daily gathering at the feeders.
Travelling with Apollo seems to have happened a long time ago. Of course, we have only the present moment, and so I seize it--looking forward to what will come next.