“Tra La-Tra-La its MAY!
The lusty month of MAY!”
~Guinevere from Camelot
That is exactly what I feel like singing, and often do, while strolling around my yard, gardens, deck, and front porch come this time of year.
It’s the time of year when I recall why the North East is so pretty.
Why I love Spring so much.
The air warm devoid of humidity.
Our toes exposed devoid of shoes.
Coffee outside in the morning.
Dinner much later in the evening.
Lighter laundry loads.
Quilts smelling like the outside.
Flip flops slip on so much quicker than boots.
I forget how striking green grass looks after six months of brown.
I forget how every morning I discover that my garden has altered at bit, like a slight of hand, over the warming night.
Working the in evenings has forced me to set aside my afternoons.
If it is not raining I set them aside outside.
The following offering of photos are all from our little plot of Earth, taken during what has been a glorious first half of “the lusty month of May”:
I call it:
And God Said Let There Be Color
I am hoping to be back by the end of next week.
We are leaving for Cape May, NJ early this Thursday morning.
Followers know that we are the type of parents who frequent the beach twice a year; but not with our children.
We scrimp and save for those 2 nights/ mid week/off season, all year.
Victorian Cap May, located right on the very tip of New Jersey, has become a marriage time out for us for the last few years.
This year we decided to bring the whole house of women.
I can’t wait to see the little ones face when they see the beach for the first time.
We are going down with good friends.
Good friends with no children.
Yes, we all see where this one is going.
You can view my series of photos individually on my flickr page
you can view our past Victorian Cape May excursions in my Categories drop box to the right.