I've always liked the sound of that. Short. Rhymes with lots of words...even ballet and buffet; José and olé; relay and ándale...just to name a few of the less used ones.
It's a long month - one that finally, in Maine anyway, gives us the spring we were hoping to see - the one that everyone else has been exclaiming over for two months now it seems.
Ah, May. I have created a tissue art on canvas for today. May Day. I remember when we used to make a May basket and filled it with Mayflowers that we picked, then hung it on a doorknob, knocked and ran away. If the recipient caught you they could hug you and give you a kiss. I guess, depending on whose doorknob you hung it, you would either run quickly or slowly. We were pretty speedy when we hung it on the doorknob at Mrs. Russell's house. But we'd hide to see her smile!
When?
There will be flowers
I have no doubt,
But when they'll bloom
God figures out.
by Donna JT Smith, 5/1/2018
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