When you move from one place to another, you really have no idea how it is going to go. Good, bad, or ugly. Have you ever done it? It’s kinda scary and exciting and wonderful and sad and happy all rolled into one.
The month of May means a lot of different things to a lot of different people.
To me, it means gardening and warmth and flowers and grass and watching the workers trim the Christmas trees on the hillside and strawberries and my birthday and the return of that lonesome whipporal call in the evening.
What does it mean to you?