May is named after Maia, the Roman goddess of growth. The increasing heat of the sun brings on life, the greening becomes unstoppable and deliciously verdant. Nature happens in all of a rush during May. Our picture shows a St Saviour's field that was flat and green just a few weeks ago and is now a meadow full of foot high buttercups which will flower from May until August. A small number of rabbits have hopped from the meadow into the garden, Mum and babies nibbling away in early morning and late afternoon sun. The skies are full of excitement too, with fledgling bluetits darting from their nests in an ancient wall, to the nearest cherry tree and on to a towering, flowering Rhododendron. Swifts vortex around the garden, playing daring Top Gun games amongst themselves and ahead of meandering humans. Cow parsley and Campion sprawl from the meadow into the garden and the sound of a woodpecker peppers the near perfect silence ... Spring is a white time too, with sky high clouds of flowering Hawthorn and knee high banks of wild garlic. The bluebells have already heralded the blue skies of Summer. Summer is indeed a'coming in! Sumer is icumen in (Composed probably in the twelfth century, this is one of the oldest surviving Middle English lyrics)