chronicle of my journey through my matriarch years - love , work, dreams, frustrations, poems, paradoxes
Thursday, May 01, 2008
May 1 - May Day. I remember hanging baskets full of flowers on neighbors' doors when I was little, and again when the girls were little. Happy day, celebration of fertility and spring. It is full spring here, garden growing and wild flowers bright, trees full fresh green, afternoons warm, nights still cool.