WINSOME MAY

I found this name on an overgrown grave and thought it perfectly describes the last few days of this month in the old cemetery. There's a wonderful tapestry of wild flowers coming up, the grasses are hip-high, the May and other trees and shrubs are still laden with blossom and the bluebells haven't quite finished. I wish there were more butterflies and insects about though. They seem to be pretty scarce at the minute, although today was the first really warm day.