As so often in May, we went from freezing nights to summer temperatures in a matter of a couple of days. Frist everything is frozen, and you don’t believe there ever will be life again, and then everything is green.
Compare the two images of the river below. One was taken at the beginning of the month, and the other about a week ago.
We go from mostly grey…
May has been lovely, but I’ve mostly been in a bubble. I’ve walked along the river with the dog, done some sporadic gardening, but very little compared to how much I usually do in May, and I’ve written quite a lot.
The shining sun and warm days have, for the most part, gone me by, but I’ve snapped the occasional photo of a clear blue sky.
On the 12th, we buried my mother-in-law. She passed away before my mother back in the autumn, but she wanted a spring ceremony, so we’ve held off on it. Now it was time, though, and she wanted us all to pick flowers in the wild.
Normally, there would’ve been lilies of the valley, but it was too cold this year. I picked a bouquet of wood anemones instead, but the other day, when I walked into the kitchen, hubby had picked some lilies of the valley and placed them on the table 🥰 They are my favourite flower.