I sat here, having my morning coffee, watching the common yellow throats and red wing blackbirds, enveloped by our garden.
Waiting for my family to gather for breakfast.
I listened, loving their voices, their minds and their discussions.
Refreshing spaces, new projects begun and finished or still in progress.
Grateful he is mowing when I'm up on a ladder. Or that I can weed or mow when he's doing some construction. We take turns.
Loving all the blooms and lush, growing things.
The flag and the start to the summer season.
We went to see a summer movie and came home to have our supper of picnic foods by the fire, with S'mores for dessert, of course.
It's been a good, fruitful May and I am grateful.
And thank you, William, for your words, too.
“All furnished, all in arms; All plum'd like estridges that with the wind Bated like eagles having lately bathed; Glittering in golden coats like images; As full of spirit as the month of May And gorgeous as the sun at midsummer; Wanton as youthful goats, wild as young bulls.”
William Shakespeare, King Henry the Fourth, Part I (Vernon at IV, ii)