ramblings from an arkansas farm girl
Here in Arkansas (and all around) we are soaking up spring on this May Day. Literally. This morning in Fayetteville, we are under a flash flood watch, a lightning watch, and several tornado watches/warnings just ended.
And, this storm is headed to the delta.
Say it with me…Rain, rain go away. Farmers need to plant today.
We can only soak up so much spring rain before it overflows everywhere. You know?
Dear May,
I breathe in your pea green freshness. I crawl on my hands and knees looking for every tiny change in each plant pushing through the soil.
May is for feeling alive.
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 with flowers—clover and daisies and baby’s breath.
Everything is good and light on this May Day 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
