May, more than April, is a month of greens for me. Aside from the world (at least that of the northern hemisphere) being awash in hues of greens from leaves and grass just past the budding stage, there is that sense of a deep green light, as if I had wandered into the heart of an emerald. With winter behind and summer still afar, this green mildness, or rather a midness of sorts, soothes the soul – at least this one.
For a brief spell, this is also the time my sons come home, each one a little further from his spring-like childhood self, but not yet into the summer of his life, where tenderness (at least the kind towards parents) is the dew that evaporates as soon as the sun is fully visible on the horizon.
So, there is much freshness around our house these days, much bustle and little time for reflection….
