“The butterfly is a flying flower, The flower a tethered butterfly.” ― Ponce Denis Écouchard Le Brun

 “The month of May is the pleasant time; its face is beautiful; the blackbird sings his full song, the living wood is his holding, the cuckoos are singing and ever singing; there is a welcome before the brightness of the summer.”

― Lady Gregory, “Finn, Son of Cumhal”