May Morning

Somebody once said that the most beautiful words in the English language are "summer afternoon". I believe a close second is "three-day weekend".
Friday I took a vacation day ( requested far in advance, written in triplicate, accordant with all the rules and rites and rituals thereof ) and I did all of my Saturday chores and errands, so I could lazily enjoy this glorious day virtually guilt-free: today I choose not to see the porch that needs painting... I did take notice, however, of the lavender, which will gradually require harvesting over the next few mornings. Excuse me, my spinning wheel calls.