Springtime on the Prairie

     It’s May.

       The yard decorates itself for a visit from Royalty, if purple is the color of Royalty.

      With some yellow thrown in.

  

      The rain gauge recorded .75”.  It didn’t capture much of the ten to sixteen inches of heavy wet snow.  Roads were nearly impassible, not with snow, but with mud.  It’s a rare year.  I can remember only one or two springs this wet.

     Now of my three score and ten, 68 will not come again, So about the yard I will go, tying to learn to enjoy yellow and purple "flowers." (With apologies to A. E. Housman)