It’s the merry month of May.
The flowers are blooming, the birds are singing, and the warmth of the sun beckons
us outside to smell the newly mowed grass. It’s the dig-in-the-dirt month, too.
Everyone is scouring the nurseries for flowers and plants to decorate their
porches and flowerbeds.
Most nights, we can hear our resident
owl hooting away, often beyond midnight. He’s taken up a nightly position
nearby our bedroom window, possibly on the roof of the house. It’s a
comforting, if not slightly eerie sound to lull you to sleep.
Central Pennsylvania is in the migrating path of orioles heading north, and I was lucky to catch an orange flash of one clinging to the hummingbird feeder the other morning.
Our weather has also been erratic the last few weeks. Rainy days teaches us to slow down. It’s nature’s way of telling us to shift to a more unhurried pace, interrupting our rush to get things done, but allowing us to experience the joy of spring. If we are lucky, we may even be rewarded with a rainbow stretching from horizon to horizon above budding and blooming trees in hues of green, white, lavender and pink. Oh, how I love this colorful month and warmer temperatures! A sweet romantic western and mystery!
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