~Everything is blossoming most recklessly;
If it were voices instead of colors,
There would be an unbelievable shrieking
Into the heart of night.
~Rainer Maria Rilke
~May and June. Soft syllables,
Gentle names for the two best months
in the gardening year; cool, misty
mornings gently burned away with a
warming spring sun , followed by breezy
afternoons and chilly nights.