If, as T.S. Eliot wrote, April is the "cruelest month", then May is the kindest. It's a month of hope and anticipation. Winter is gone, the days are lengthening, and the land is coming alive. The end of the school year is near as are the long-awaited vacations of summer.
It is a month of remembrance for workers, mothers, soldiers felled in wars and it is a month of transformation with college graduations and First Communions.
The suburban drone of lawn mowers and of single engine planes, the flowers starting to bloom, the budding trees, the bird song...it's a time of hope. Maybe, just maybe, this country of ours can get it together again.
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