Dear May,
Iย breathe in yourย pea green freshness. I crawl on my hands and knees lookingย for every tinyย change in each plantย pushing through the soil.
May is for feeling alive. (This May, in particular, we need you.)
I think of May Day and may poles and while I don’t know the history behind it all, I like the idea. Girls dressed in floaty, flouncy dresses wrapping Easter-colored ribbons around and around and under and over. Hair woven withย flowersโclover and daisies andย baby’s breath.
Everything is good and light onย thisย May Dayย morning. The sky is new, silvery blue and full of easy.
May feeds me.
Fuels me.
Fills with now with words to use later.
Happy May, friends!
Grace Grits and Gardening
Farm. Food. Garden. Life.
Musical Pairing:
The Beatles – I Want to Hold Your Hand
Ah, May… a gardener’s delight!
Those flowers are gorgeous. I remember winding the May Pole when I was in the 6th grade. We weren’t sure why we were doing it, but you were right about the floaty dresses.
When my mother, Irene Johnson, was in elementary school in Keiser, they performed a Maypole dance every year. Odd that the tradition was there in the 1930s.