“It’s May, it’s May, the lusty month of May,” as the song
goes in Camelot.
With the incessant rains this year, Pennsylvania in May is a
beauty to behold if you squint between the raindrops.
Named for Maia, the Greek goddess of fertility, May’s
birthstone is emerald which symbolizes love and success. It seems appropriate
to designate the emerald since spring in the northern hemisphere often is a
brilliant green as dormant deciduous trees, grass, bushes, and emerging flowers
and weeds dress themselves in shades ranging from lime to blinding green to deep
avocado.
The ferns in my flower beds are unfurling and jumping
skyward. The Jack-in-the-pulpits have poked their heads up on the east side of
the house, thanks to the protective shade of a rhododendron, and the hosta
plants are so huge I fear they could join forces and overthrow all the plants
in our yard.
For me, May is a time of awakening with warmer nights with
golden moons. The bluebirds and hummingbirds return. The hawks soar. The robins
bob, bob, bob on the lawn. And the very vocal wrens scold everyone from atop a
cedar tree
.
This year, I’m foregoing a garden and will have a patio tomato and
my basil plant in pots. I’ve decided
instead of fighting the rain, I’m going to endorse an old farmer’s saying: Rain
in May is a barn full of hay.
I’m going to enjoy the down time and dawdle a little, write,
read, and look for rainbows. What are you favorite things to do on a rainy day
in May?
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