May Day! May Day!

What a strange day. Seems Mother Nature thought the daffodils and tulips would look prettier covered in snow, and as stunning as it is, the plum, apple and pear blossoms are not impressed. We'll be lucky to get any Reine Claude plums this year now, but at least this time it won't be because of a raccoon feast. (I always secretly hoped all those raccoons had vicious bouts of diarrhea after the pilferage.)

Then after the dark, ominous sky warned us all day of something coming, we got the news that Osama bin Laden has been killed and is in American hands. Time will tell if it will make any difference to al-Qaida's mission... I worry the celebrations may be premature (and have issues with celebrating murder in general). That we have Osama's body is huge. Huge for Americans to know there is no doubt about his identity, but also huge to his followers: Muslims are to be buried within a day of death, in a Muslim cemetery facing Mecca. At a guess, these things aren't going to happen. Although it needed to be done, we may have just ripped apart a hive of killer bees.

U.S. Embassies please beware.