Leans to the fields and scatters on the clover
Blossoms and dewdrops at the bent spray's edge
Robert Browning wrote nostalgically in his Home thoughts from abroad about the month of May.
I was reminded of the poem when, after a particularly windy morning, the large, elderly pear tree
opposite the kitchen window had 'snowed' all along the path leading to Pablo's Garden.
It was a magical sight on a sunny May morning.