I’ve always loved May. I know June is the first month of summer but to me the true first month of summer has always been May. The spring flowers and bushes are usually in full bloom. The lilacs are always out by the fifteenth. We have a lilac tree that is over forty years old. It is a double white and is right off the back patio. The smell is delightful. It looks old and sometimes I think it might not come back but I checked it out last weekend when the weather was in the high seventies, even hit eighty, and it made it another year.