Usually I write about how the month May reminds me of my grandmother and her garden. I've written about her many times during this month and decided to expand my memories and write about other memories.
I grew up going to Catholic schools and May was THE month when we all knew the school year was ending. On warm days during high school, the teachers would open the windows and I would struggle to focus on the lessons because my eyes would wonder to the windows and my mind would follow willingly to wishful thinking of being outdoors.
Ordinarily I disliked gym class but in May we would play softball (outside!) and I would eagerly get into my gym uniform quickly so I could be outside as much as possible. Every single class we attended, we would beg our teachers to have our class outside. They nearly always said 'no' but I remember once a teacher said 'yes' much to our amazement.
In Biology High School class we were allowed to walk the grounds looking for native plants to place in a homemade notebook. We would linger outside as much as possible to absorb the sunshine moments.
When I was thirteen years old, I read The Diary of Anne Frank and was inspired to write in a diary. I would go outside our backyard and sit under a cherry tree with my notebook and pen. I also remember lamenting that I had nothing to write about since my life was so boring. I must have wrote about boys and school and daydreams.
Both of my adult children were born in the spring. My daughter in April and my son in May. I'd plan their birthday parties and hoped for good weather. I remember lots of outside parties with giggles and running around. One birthday my son had a wade pool set up as well as squirt guns for everyone in their gift bags. My daughter had a treasure hunt outside all over our huge property that took quite a long time to finish.
My son did one year of tee ball. The season started in mid March with winter coats and ended with tee shirts and shorts under a blazing hot sun in mid June. He stood out in right field kicking at the dandelions instead of playing ball.
In May we would visit with my husband's family in Canada with the kids usually over Memorial weekend since there was an extra day off from school and work. Sometimes we stopped at Niagara Falls wearing wishful summer clothing only to be frozen by the fall's spray mist. The kids loved getting drenched!
How about you? Do you have May memories?