May Flowers: Rough Winds Do Shake The Darling Buds of May…
But the Point Here Is That May Flowers On Anyway.
The school year is ending, with its mad rush of concerts, field trips, plays. It’s dance recital season for Nora. Crazy busy times, sweet memories.
And the window for prime garden planting is almost closed (at least, I’m always afraid it is, this time of May); I delayed planting until last week. Still a little breathless from catching up, and grateful for the recent rain (something about rain…seeds germinate best after a good rain). I still need to plant more: tomato and pepper plants, herbs, a few more zucchini.
But especially, Maurya is preparing to leave on a mission in less than two weeks. She is wrapping up loose ends; finding a good camera, a watch, an umbrella. Catching up on some random immunization I missed when she was still a minor. I won’t see her for eighteen months once she leaves. Every moment she perches on the couch next to me or lingers in the kitchen while I’m cooking or seeks me out while I’m curling my hair is a precious one… a moment that I don’t want to miss. A moment I want to breathe in and savor. Plus, I want to sew for her. Just a little, before she goes. It may be irrational, but somehow I’d feel better.
I haven’t been doing all of this nicely and neatly. There is probably some letting go ahead for me. I’m particularly worried…well, not worried worried, at least…trying not to dread? Letting Maurya go gracefully. When she left for school last fall, I crumbled in awkward ways. Her departure on the heels of Michaelyn’s launching…mmm. Hard for me.
But. I’m grateful for May flowers, for spring abundance. I really am. I love the blowsy blossomy showiness of irises in particular, and the petal profusion of everything else in general (my front rose bush just started to bloom this week!). I’m sure there’s metaphors in all this…actually, I think I’ve written about spring metaphors recently. I’ll gather the blooms as I go (gather ye rosebuds while ye may) and think on it all later, when I’ve got the time and the mental space.
Meanwhile, my blogging will probably continue sporadic for the next couple of weeks. Of necessity. But I’ll be back…of necessity,too.
Happy, Happy May everyone! Hope the darling buds of May are bringing you joy.
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A hopeful post~ “May flowers on anyway”. It is snowing here. Dropped down to 26 last night. Last week we got up to almost 80. Some of my plants are struggling to interpret this moodiness. One of my lilac bushes managed a single cluster of half-hearted blooms, but her formerly budding companions are hardened, refusing to show themselves this year. The irises you gave me are ambivalent, ready to thrive, rain or shine, and the honeysuckle is eager to climb. This, in addition to the fact that we are not in the destructive wake of fierce winds and terrifying tornadoes, soothes my former anxieties about getting seeds in the ground. The soil may (May) be cold but at least, for now, my home is still resting solidly on it.
We are so looking forward to being with you and all who are able to gather in celebration of Maurya’s mission. I keep thinking of you ~ of how we will all come tumbling in around you, busy and boisterous in the final moments before she leaves. I hope we can be a strength and not a distraction for you. Having you with me was such a comfort last summer. I’d very much like to return the favor.
Cynthia ~ if you happen to read this ~ your post from a tropical clime warmed my heart. I miss you!
Love you Leah. I hope the snow has gone back to where it belongs (higher mountaintops) and that you’ve found planting space and time. I just sowed onion seeds today. I’ll pretend they’re miniature scallions (they won’t have time to grow up completely). And I’m getting impatient for my zinnia seeds to pop up…
I always love your pictures and prose. Hang in there Momma, it will be all right!
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Thank you so much Tabetha. Sorry I’m just now getting around to replying to comments…yours are definitely a boost, even if I’m finding them late.
Here in the land of perpetual balminess, there are times I miss May flowers. Irises in particular. Thank you for sharing them with me. Are these pictures from your current yard or earlier landings? So lovely. And I am missing Maurya too. Partly because she already flew the coop here, and partly because New Jersey is not only an ocean away, but a continent away. So glad for email and the blessedness of her endeavor.
Just went and bought African violets for my yard. Maybe spring fever. My grandma grew them when I was growing up, and I can’t see them without remembering my Grandma and her greenest of thumbs. Grew African violets in the dry air of Southern California. And a banana tree. I have placed a few out in the yard to see if they are slug and snail fodder. Hopefully not.
Thank you for sharing spring.
These irises are from two previous gardens. The sort of abstracted shot (with only light in the background) grew in my Benton City garden…I actually had a very long, very abundant double border. Which was finally lush the spring we sold the house. My friend Elaine gave me starts from her garden. The other irises, shown in a recognizable garden setting, grew in my garden in Kennewick. I loved them. My mother in law started them in the backyard (we bought the house from my in laws); when we moved in, there was almost nothing but those purple irises in all the backyard borders. They multiplied quickly and were amongst some of the first irises in the neighborhood to bloom.
African violets sound divine. I have never been able to keep them alive inside…And I so wish there were some way to grow your wonderful apple bananas here.
, but the Point Here Is That May Flowers On Anyway. -Have to say I honestly prefer your ending to Shakespeare’s. I’ll be looking forward to your return. We’ll have to compare notes on the flight of our daughters. I’ll call you (but not until they’ve flown the coop).
I’m thinking I should hear from you soon…I’ve been thinking of you a lot. Acacia must have left by now?