May really puts a spring in my step
I have to tell you today that merry May, which is just around the corner, is my favourite month of the year.
On a clear night, I can lie in bed and gaze out the window at the moon riding high in the sky.
Remember the song that goes, "I see the moon, the moon sees me down through the leaves of the old oak tree"?
The writer of that 1950s hit must have been a May man, too. I can't see the moon gazing in my window during any other month.
Then there is the cherry blossom (right) and the promise of a lovely summer ahead.
When I was young and innocent in Carnmoney, there used to be a parade through the village of the May queen and her attendants.
They sang a song which had a line that claimed: "Our queen can birl her leg." And she really could.
May was named after the Greek goddess Maia, who was related to the Roman goddess of fertility, Bona Dea, whose festival was held in May.