May is the best month ever.

It's grey-skied and gloomy out today, threatening to rain any second, but I don't care.  I am covered in pets (young Lucy is learning to settle down for a cuddle) and from my bay window I can see the lilac tree.  It's in full bloom and saturated with rain water... those big purple mounds of flowers are touching the sidewalk right now!  

And it smells wonderful.  There's Lily of the Valley in the backyard, making my whole property smell like the best most natural perfume in the world.  

Everything is green.  Soon the lilacs and tulips will be done and new things will burst out in full roaring colour.
I need colour.  I need purple and pink in my yard, I need horses with lots of flash, I need something to keep my eyes happy all the time.

Look at those blue Forget Me Nots.  They haven't helped my memory much but I love them.  

At the beginning of May, before I got the lawn mowed (the kids get paid to do it now) those little blue flowers were popping up all over the lawn.  I love it.  I don't go plucking them all out.  They can stay.  Eventually they get mowed but I know they'll be back.  They always come back, every spring, and I welcome them.

I've lived in this house for almost 12 years.  Hard to believe, since I was fully planning on shippin' outta here for the country long ago.  The music business has had other plans for my family though, and I've slowly put down roots, figuratively and literally.  I have friends here, connections, bank accounts.  It's my town.  It doesn't know it's my town, because it's too big to keep track of who owns it, but it's true.  This little stretch of subdivision should be renamed for me because it's mine.  From April to November, I can't walk down the street without stopping to talk to a neighbour.  That's how it is and as long as I live here, I'm keeping it that way. 

If you're on my street and somebody's pulled their car over by my driveway to talk to me, I suggest you go around slowly and let us talk.  You may be in a big-city hurry but I'm keeping it small here, okay?  

My lawn is imperfect.  I can grow a serious dandelion crop, and if I could find a way to make money off those yellow flowers I'd be rich.  My flowerbeds are crazy.  They look like I just sort of plopped things into the ground and let them do what they want, which is exactly what I did.  I'll be out there puttering and poking around in the dirt feeling like all is right in the world.  It's not deathly hot yet, the chill has left the air, and I'm lost in leaves and stalks, finally able to ignore stuff that troubles me.  My eyes are full of flowers.  

June will be intense.  My Instructor's exam is two weeks away and I have preparations to make.  After that, I'll be spending the summer covered in sweat and horse dirt.  Getting paid to be covered in sweat and horse dirt!  And I know I'll be writing again because my imaginary friends are starting to nudge me again.  

Thanks for visiting my little garden today!