FOR JUST A MOMENT



For just a moment, let us pause from our sorrow and the sadness of sadness, and escape into the month of May. Close your eyes and say it slowly, Maaayyy. It is softer than any field in summer, brighter than any meadow in July, more colorful than any woods in autumn.

May is nature's rainbow of riches. Deep green grass not yet scorched by summer's sun, vegetable gardens planted with seeds that promise a bountiful harvest.

Flowers facing and smiling at the sun, daffodils dancing in a soft summer breeze, tulips bobbing and lilacs swaying in time. Strawberry blossoms ready to bear fruit and the sweet, delicious smell of apple and cherry blossoms.

Wedding bells and horsendrawn carriages with signs that proudly claim: Just Married! Caps and gowns and graduations, boys and girls on Little League fields.

Candy and flowers on Mother's Day, the Kentucky Derby and mint juleps, the Indy 500 and "gentlemen start your engines." The sacred solemnity of Memorial Day, flags snapping to attention as the sound of taps echo across the land.

Ducklings learning to swim. chipmunks scurrying every which way, puppies and kittens running and jumping, newborn bunnies learning to hop, squirrels leaping limb to limb, the chirping and caroling of birds at first light.

Ah, it is May! Which is nature's way of saying, "come out and play." I know how difficult it can be, but even if it is just for a day, come out and play. And may your heart smile in joy.

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