I think May is one of the nicest months of the year. It's like a new baby.
Flowers start to bud and bloom, baby birds hatch and one gets the feeling of starting over freshly.
One May in 1943 we had our first baby on Mother's Day. Pam was absolutely perfect and adorable. By the way, in those days we stayed at the hospital for ten days after the birth. I didn't like it. What a perfect time to get our homes in order.