Erase the grey from your life and light up the colors you possess inside

 “At last came the golden month of the wild folk-- honey-sweet May, when the birds come back, and the flowers come out, and the air is full of the sunrise scents and songs of the dawning year.”

― Samuel Scoville Jr., Wild Folk

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Day's harbinger
Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her
The flow'ry May, who from her green lap throws
The yellow cowslip and the pale primrose.
-Milton