Happy May Day!

Workers, and blossoming trees, of the world, unite.

You know, this the only time of year when Wordsworth pops into my head, like all the time. Lines like

"It is a beauteous evening, calm and free."

or referring to daffodils:

"Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance."

but unfortunately, when I think about Bush veto-ing the Iraq timeline today, a very different Wordsworth poem comes to mind.

"The world is too much with us, late and soon."

And there's no way to sum up that experience with a picture.