It's a beautiful early May morning here, calling for a recitation of John Milton's song for just such an occasion:
Now the bright morning Star, Dayes harbinger,
Comes dancing from the East, and leads with her
The Flowry May, who from her green lap throws
The yellow Cowslip, and the pale Primrose.
Hail bounteous May that dost inspire
Mirth and youth, and warm desire,
Woods and Groves, are of thy dressing,
Hill and Dale, doth boast thy blessing.
Thus we salute thee with our early Song,
And welcom thee, and wish thee long.
It's clean-up day in Chariton and we aim to celebrate at the museum by putting a small group of student volunteers to work cleaning out the barn and tidying up the flower beds that edge the adjacent patio.
They'll have an easier time of it than last year's group did. We put those guys to work excavating paving brick from the heap where they had been unceremoniously dumped as part of an earlier project and putting them on pallets. No heavy lifting this year.
But I've got to get myself to the barn now to make sure everything's ready ....
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