Lilacs blooming all over. Their scent always reminds me of May when I was a kid; school out for the summer, graduation, the leaves on the trees thick, fresh, and green. The weather still cool enough to enjoy doing things outside, before the dense heat of summer sinks in. May always seemed like a bright window of hope and adventure.
The world's favorite season is the spring.
All things seem possible in May.
- Edwin Way Teale