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May
Quotations
for Gardeners,
Walkers, and Lovers of the Green Way
Poems, Quotes, Folklore,
Myths, Customs, Holidays, Traditions, Verses
Celebrations, Sayings, Poetry, Quips, Lore, Links, Recommended Reading
Gardening Chores for the Month of May
Compiled by
Mike Garofalo
Green Way Research, Red Bluff, California
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Quotes
The Month of May
Poetry, Quotations, Sayings, Facts, Information, Quips,
Aphorisms
"The wind is
tossing the lilacs,
The new leaves laugh in the sun,
And the petals fall on the orchard wall,
But for me the spring is done.
Beneath the apple blossoms
I go a wintry way,
For love that smiled in April
Is false to me in May."
- Sara Teasdale, May
The new leaves laugh in the sun,
And the petals fall on the orchard wall,
But for me the spring is done.
Beneath the apple blossoms
I go a wintry way,
For love that smiled in April
Is false to me in May."
- Sara Teasdale, May
"A swarm of bees in May
Is worth a load of hay;
A swarm of bees in June
Is worth a silver spoon;
A swarm of bees in July
Is not worth a fly."
- Rhyme from England
Is worth a load of hay;
A swarm of bees in June
Is worth a silver spoon;
A swarm of bees in July
Is not worth a fly."
- Rhyme from England
"May and June. Soft syllables, gentle
names for the two best months in the garden year: cool, misty
mornings gently burned away with a warming spring sun, followed by breezy afternoons and chilly nights.
The discussion of philosophy is over; it's time for work to begin."
- Peter Loewer
- Peter Loewer
"The world's
favorite season is the spring.
All things seem possible in May."
- Edwin Way Teale
All things seem possible in May."
- Edwin Way Teale
"Be like a flower
and turn your face to the sun."
- Kahlil Gibran
- Kahlil Gibran
"What potent blood hath modest May."
- Ralph W. Emerson
- Ralph W. Emerson
"Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses,
A box where sweets compacted lie."
- George Herbert, Virtue
A box where sweets compacted lie."
- George Herbert, Virtue
"Spring rain
leaking through the roof
dripping from the wasps' nest."
- Matsuo Basho
leaking through the roof
dripping from the wasps' nest."
- Matsuo Basho
Gardening at the Dragon's Gate: At Work in the Wild and Cultivated Worlds by Wendy Johnson
The Findhorn Garden: Pioneering a New Vision of Man and Nature in Cooperation by the Findhorn Community
One Old Druids Final Journey: Notebooks of the Librarian at Gushen Grove
The Inward Garden: Creating a Place of Beauty and Meaning by Julie Messervy
A Garden's Promise: Spiritual Reflections on Growing from the Heart
by Judith Couchman
The Soul Garden: Creating Garden Spaces for Inner Growth and Spiritual Renewal
by Donald Norfork
The Druidry Handbook: Spiritual Practice Rooted in the Living Earth by John Michael Greer
Landscape as Spirit: Creating a Contemplative Garden by Martin Hakubai Mosko
Sacred Circle Garden by Karen and Mike Garofalo
Sacred Gardens by Michel and Judy Marcellot
Spiritual Gardening: Creating Sacred Space Outdoors by Peg Streep
Gardens for the Soul: Designing Outdoor Spaces Using Ancient Symbols
and Healing Plants
by Pamela Woods




"Don't knock the
weather: nine-tenths of the people couldn't start a conversation
if it didn't change once in a while."
- Kin Hubbard
- Kin Hubbard
"By the time one is eighty, it is said, there is no longer a
tug of war in the garden with the May flowers
hauling like mad against the claims of the other months. All is at last in balance and all is serene.
The gardener is usually dead, of course."
- Henry Mitchell, The Essential Earthman
- Henry Mitchell, The Essential Earthman
"If it's drama that you sigh for,
plant a garden and you'll get it.
You will know the thrill of battle
fighting foes that will beset it.
If you long for entertainment and
for pageantry most glowing, plant
a garden and this summer spend
your time with green things growing."
- Edward A. Guest, Plant a Garden
- Edward A. Guest, Plant a Garden
Seasonal Celebrations: Inspirational
Ideas to Mark the Changing Seasons
by Tessa Evelegh
In Celebration of Summer: A Book of Seasonal Indulgences
by Helen Thompson
Time and the Art of Living by Robert Grudin
A Druid's Herbal for the Sacred Earth Year
by Ellen Evert Hopman
Complete Seasons Cookbook by Joanne Weir
Dancing with the Sun: Celebrating the Seasons of Life
by Yasmine Galenorn
Exploring The Northern Tradition: A
Guide To The Gods, Lore, Rites And Celebrations From The Norse, German
And Anglo-saxon Traditions
by Galina Krasskova
The Web of Life: A New Scientific Understanding of Living Systems
by Fritjof Capra




"'Tis like the birthday of the world,
When earth was born in bloom;
The light is made of many dyes,
The air is all perfume:
There's crimson buds, and white and blue,
The very rainbow showers
Have turned to blossoms where they fell,
And sown the earth with flowers."
- Thomas Hood
When earth was born in bloom;
The light is made of many dyes,
The air is all perfume:
There's crimson buds, and white and blue,
The very rainbow showers
Have turned to blossoms where they fell,
And sown the earth with flowers."
- Thomas Hood
"In somer when
the shawes be sheyne,
And leves be large and long,
Hit is full merry in feyre foreste
To here the foulys song.
And leves be large and long,
Hit is full merry in feyre foreste
To here the foulys song.
To see the dere
draw to the dale
And leve the hilles hee,
And shadow him in the leves grene
Under the green-wode tree.
And leve the hilles hee,
And shadow him in the leves grene
Under the green-wode tree.
Hit
befell on Whitsontide
Early in a May mornyng,
The Sonne up faire can shyne,
And the briddis mery can syng."
- Anonymous, May in the Green Wode, 15h Century
Early in a May mornyng,
The Sonne up faire can shyne,
And the briddis mery can syng."
- Anonymous, May in the Green Wode, 15h Century
"cottonwood fluff
stuck to dry weeds -
silent wind chimes"
- Michael Garofalo, Cuttings
stuck to dry weeds -
silent wind chimes"
- Michael Garofalo, Cuttings
"You are as
welcome as the flowers in May."
- Charles Macklin
- Charles Macklin
"The sun was warm but the wind was
chill.
You know how it is with an April day.
When the sun is out and the wind is still,
You're one month on in the middle of May.
But if you so much as dare to speak,
a cloud come over the sunlit arch,
And wind comes off a frozen peak,
And you're two months back in the middle of March."
- Robert Frost
You know how it is with an April day.
When the sun is out and the wind is still,
You're one month on in the middle of May.
But if you so much as dare to speak,
a cloud come over the sunlit arch,
And wind comes off a frozen peak,
And you're two months back in the middle of March."
- Robert Frost
"O day after day we can't
help growing older.
Year after year spring can't help seeming younger.
Come let's enjoy our winecup today,
Nor pity the flowers fallen."
- Wang Wei, On Parting with Spring
Year after year spring can't help seeming younger.
Come let's enjoy our winecup today,
Nor pity the flowers fallen."
- Wang Wei, On Parting with Spring
"The month of May was come, when every
lusty heart beginneth to blossom, and to bring forth fruit;
for like as herbs
and trees bring forth fruit and flourish in May, in likewise every lusty heart
that is in
any manner a lover, springeth and flourisheth in lusty deeds. For it giveth unto all lovers courage,
that lusty month of May."
- Sir Thomas Malory, Le Morte d'Arthur
- Sir Thomas Malory, Le Morte d'Arthur
'But I
must gather knots of flowers,
And buds and garlands gay,
For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother,
I'm to be Queen o' the May.'
- Alfred Lord Tennyson
And buds and garlands gay,
For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother,
I'm to be Queen o' the May.'
- Alfred Lord Tennyson
"May is a pious fraud of the almanac."
- James R. Lowell
- James R. Lowell
"The young
May moon is beaming, love.
The glow-worm's lamp is gleaming, love.
How sweet to rove,
Through Morna's grove,
When the drowsy world is dreaming, love!
Then awake! -- the heavens look bright, my dear,
'Tis never too late for delight, my dear,
And the best of all ways
To lengthen our days
Is to steal a few hours from the night, my dear!"
- Thomas Moore, The Young May Moon
The glow-worm's lamp is gleaming, love.
How sweet to rove,
Through Morna's grove,
When the drowsy world is dreaming, love!
Then awake! -- the heavens look bright, my dear,
'Tis never too late for delight, my dear,
And the best of all ways
To lengthen our days
Is to steal a few hours from the night, my dear!"
- Thomas Moore, The Young May Moon
"The trees are coming into leaf
Like something almost being said;
The recent buds relax and spread,
Their greenness is a kind of grief.
Is it that they are born again
And we grow old? No, they die too,
Their yearly trick of looking new
Is written down in rings of grain.
Yet still the unresting castles thresh
In fullgrown thickness every May.
Last year is dead, they seem to say,
Begin afresh, afresh, afresh."
- Philip Larkin, The Trees
Like something almost being said;
The recent buds relax and spread,
Their greenness is a kind of grief.
Is it that they are born again
And we grow old? No, they die too,
Their yearly trick of looking new
Is written down in rings of grain.
Yet still the unresting castles thresh
In fullgrown thickness every May.
Last year is dead, they seem to say,
Begin afresh, afresh, afresh."
- Philip Larkin, The Trees
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