It's May! Can you stand it?

 

May is almost too wonderful to bear. 

 When I opened the curtains this morning, the front porch was a bower of purple clematis, overnight!

 The Kousa dogwood that RH planted as a veritable twig a few years ago now fills the window. He planted it much too close to the house but it was a matter of sidewalk and water line limiting spaces to dig. This year is the first for it to be loaded with white flower bracts making it a replacement for the huge Kousa at Valley View that was like a bridal bouquet in front of my bedroom window every May.

And this is what one daughter-in-law brought me on Mother's Day, a sample from the Valley View dogwood. The bracts are huge!

This a bouquet RH brought inside one morning last week, a twig from one of our two black locusts trees here. I could have sworn I dusted that lampshade. The lamp's an oldie that we bought in 1973, made in Denmark, or was it Sweden? 

And the clock radio was a gift from my firstborn after I did a post here hinting to him (if he saw the blog post) that I sure would adore a 1953 Zenith clock radio because it was SO Me!

Unbeknownst [I've always wanted to use that word] to me, he researched it and searched high and low to find this beautiful piece. He told me it was a big seller in its time, nicknamed The Owl Series. If you look at it closely you'll guess why.

 

We have a small locust tree in the middle of some trees in our turnaround and a very large one outside the bathroom window. The week the trees were in bloom we had the windows open and they perfumed the house magnificently. [It helped mask the odor of pee on area rugs. I'm sorry, BreeBree, but you know you do choose not to use the pee pad sometime.]

 Here's the turnaround where the small locust is and another May gift of nature.

 Believe me, we're the most popular driveway in the neighborhood with the UPS and FED-X drivers with this turnaround near the kitchen door.  And look how large the wild rose has grown this year!

A climbing rose planted by Mother Nature!

And to end my tribute to early May's gifts, here is a lovely bouquet brought to me last weekend from our youngest son's garden.

 

The fragrance of these peonies was amazing and they were gorgeous.

Ah, May, you're almost too wonderful to bear! 

But I'm up for the challenge.