No, I’m not sending the universal distress signal. I’m referencing the international holiday with pagan roots that morphed into a celebration of workers.
And there’s no more fitting way to celebrate my work (in the garden) than with beautiful blooming Peonies.
Right on time, my Peonies bloomed today on May Day. We are expecting thunderstorms (and possibly hail) tonight, so I cut my three open blooms and prayed for the remaining buds.
From their perch on my kitchen window sill, their fragrance filled the entire downstairs. There may be nothing more wonderful in the world than May blooms -- before the summer sun wilts everything, including my gardening stamina.
Happy May Day from Mayberry, USA.
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P.S. Many thanks for all the well wishes and prayers for my mother. She’s a medical mystery right now -- undiagnosed and still in pain. Let’s pray the next round of tests shed some light on her problems. The blessing? Her short-term memory is shot. While that makes it difficult for her in the hospital (where doctors and nurses ask her questions she can’t answer), it also means she doesn’t dwell on her difficulties. She’s as happy and carefree as I’ve ever seen her, which endears her to the nurses.
