May seems especially sweet this year after our cruel winter, and last week was particularly beautiful–with the wisteria and the dogwoods in full flower along with many of my favorite plants: bleeding hearts, Solomon seals, Alexanders, and lilies of the valley. It was also one of the busiest weeks of the academic year, with grading, senior events, and graduation, so I rushed around from place to place while still managing to stop and smell the lilacs. Warm days, cool nights: perfect hair and cotton sweater weather. Gorgeous, golden light in the late afternoon and early evening spilling into my north-facing front parlor. The only off-key event of these lyrical days was the Mad Men finale which was just not worthy, in my opinion: I don’t want to see Don Draper chanting om! Sorry for the digression–I just had to get that out there. Back to the real world, which I would like to always be May-like, but then, of course, May would not be May, but just everyday.
Pictures of May in Salem starting with a colonial musician walking down Chestnut Street, then the view from my bedroom, the view from my office, and lots and lots of flowers.
May 19th, 2015 at 7:25 am
Lovely, I love your town of Salem..
May 19th, 2015 at 8:22 am
Thank you–I agree, though May is lovely everywhere.
May 19th, 2015 at 8:52 am
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May 19th, 2015 at 9:10 am
Yes! on May. And Yes! Yes! on Don Draper chanting Om. What came right after that was satisfying (“I’d like to teach the world to sing …”), but meditating in Big Sur? Give me a break!
May 19th, 2015 at 9:19 am
I know: really disappointing, but in a way, I’m glad it wasn’t a good finale because then I would miss Mad Men even more! I’ve watched it since its very beginning, and think it was consistently the best written show on television: it really raised the bar.
May 19th, 2015 at 8:24 pm
This is so lovely to see…must be a little hard to work with a view like that from your office 🙂 maybe a little dreamy gazing out the window is allowed?