May is my favorite month. Every year I wish May could be a little longer…like maybe 10 or 11 months long.
There is so much hope about May. The garden isn’t planted yet, so nothing has failed to grow or produce crops.
I haven’t felt the unyielding pressure to weed every waking moment. Though perhaps I should.
The sky seems bluer, the grass is green. It’s not too hot and the mornings and evenings are pleasantly cool.
There is not snow. Usually.
I wish I could keep May around forever.
But since I can’t, I’m going to enjoy the last few days of the month and wait patiently to see what June brings.