Dear Sunday Letter friends,
Don’t you just love May? While I don’t know the history behind the maypole, I love the idea of it, girls dressed in floaty, flouncy dresses wrapping Easter-colored ribbons around and around and under and over. Hair woven with flowers—clover and daisies and baby’s breath.
May feeds me and fuels me; fills me now with words to use later. If I could, I would spend all of my time crawling on my hands and knees looking for every tiny change in each plant budding and blooming. (I do spend quite a bit of time doing this very thing—ha.)
The past few weeks have been excellent for migration. We’ve had goldfinches and rose-breasted grosbeaks at our feeder (always a thrill!), and the monarchs have been passing through laying eggs on our milkweed. Yay!
I know Christmas wears the moniker of being the most wonderful time of the year, but really, spring is hard to top.
