The last couple of days have convinced me that May is my favorite month. Everything has greened up, the days have been intoxicatingly beautiful, and are stretching toward their full summer length. Waking to birds singing out of an open window brings a rare smile to my morning face. Snow capped peaks punctuate the blue sky.

But each season holds it's secrets. As I discover each of them anew, I'm persuaded that the present is, indeed, my favorite. I love the seasons!