The entrance of may brought with is all all-night art/alter-rebuilding/cleaning frenzy. The spirit of fertility was working its magic through this fleshy water vessel.
The spirit of the mushroom and the worm were alive.
The tiny faeries peaking their heads out of the bamboo.
The hawks prowling over the meadows.
Flowers bursting in every direction.
Chickadees flitting about and chirping their may day calls.
Mushrooms peeking their heads above the soil.