It’s May, it’s May, the LUSTY month of May…

Any other Camelot fans out there?

Geez, May 1 and only 3 posts in all of April. And, my blog didn’t even recognize me when I tried to write this post (writingbywho?). Just thinks of me as another slacker blogger-come-lately I guess. And the writing page looks different from the last time I wrote a post. Goodness, I hope blogging is still somewhat cool and not, like, so yesterday.

Oh, and now I must try to reconstruct these next paragraphs because I inadvertently deleted them somehow (because my template doesn’t work the same way either). Hmmm, I remember thanking my friends who checked in on me during my hiatus. It’s great to know you’re out there (of course you are, that’s the beauty of friends!). I remember writing about being lucky — busy, busy with work and busy, busy tending to my mom. Not so lucky in the contractor department, but as I typed this before, the sewer guys were here — YAY! The ones who are going to dig up my concrete basement floor and under my front porch and replace the sewer line — YAY! And the one plumber knows our retaining wall guy (who’s been stringing us along for months) and maybe can prompt him to start too — YAY!

It’s amazing what passes for joy in this old house.

But really, what IS truly wonderful? Spring bursting forth in all its glory. I can’t recall seeing a more beautiful year of blooming trees — our magnolia was spectacular, the lilacs a vision of, well, lilac, the neighbors’ dogwoods, redbuds, crabapples — just a vision. I’ve been relishing the drive to visit my mom (along the “easy” road, not the dreaded Parkway East for a while) and marveling at the beauty. And just today, more good news, mom has the OK to be “partial weight-bearing” so she can start to get around with a walker now. YAY, really.

So, I think I’m officially back in the blog swing. I’ll be on the lookout for inspiration, as if a sunny day and the promise of an end in sight to sewer worries weren’t enough. There must be a Maypole I can dance around somewhere.

If you’ve never been thrilled to the very edges of your soul
by a flower in spring bloom, maybe your soul has never been in bloom. 
                                                       ~ Audra Foveo