Jules, of Pancakes and French Fries, hosts a monthly color story series. Each month, you see, she recaps the month before with a series of photos, each woven together with a theme of color. She’s inviting us to join the fun. You can find the details here. As you see, ‘Jacaranda’ {*ahem* purple} blossomed in May; ‘Peacock’ {blue!} will be strutting its stuff in June.
May began much like it does every year, with the delivery of flowers. Of course, another poor economy meant fewer distribution; and a year of incessant rain meant somewhat pitiful blooms, but they were May Day flowers all the same …
We celebrated our mothers—and threw in my aunt’s 60th birthday, for good measure …
Yet again I peeked over the fence at our neighbor’s lilac bush and kicked myself for not planting one of my own. At the rate I’m going, I’ll be sure to have my own fragrant blooms sometime around my 60th …
Violets poked up their wee little heads, every which way, no invitation needed. They’re so bright and perky, I haven’t the heart to pull any up—meaning come the heat of summer, I’ll have multiple bare patches where the violets once lived. Luckily, a handsome bird has taken to plucking a few every now and again to bring home to his wife …
Most of the flowers I did plant, came up spindly due to days upon days of bluster. Still, with all the natural disasters swirling about, I felt amazingly lucky to have a home in which to display what few flowers that did bloom …
Though it rained sheets and the river ran high, we made it through May without flooding—thus leaving our only real complaint as having to take photos of sidewalk cafes, rather than actually, you know, dining at them …
May was the month where winter turned to spring—where flowers sprouted even as snow fell. It began with the death of Bin Laden, proceeded with lives lost in floods and tornadoes and ended with the remembrance of those who gave their lives fighting for our freedom …
You know, I spent a good deal of the month bemoaning the fact that the Year of the Rabbit does not seem to be living up to its name. This year seems every bit as ferocious as last. But, as the flowers are sure to remind us, you just never know when life will brighten …