May 06, 2010
in the frenzy
To lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer's day... watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time.-Sir John Lubbock
May is never a slow and easy month... it seems to tote a bushel of crazy at every turn. Every weekend arrives with a schedule that often overflows into the week... but May is the gateway to summer, and the prize of endless sunny days lies just beyond the busy. I try to savor each treasure, and gather enough energy to seek the next... but the pencil scribblings on my calendar twist up the thoughts in my head. So much so, that any beautiful words seem hindered from bumping together in my thought process. And if this mind of mine does happen to think a thought? I am likely to forget it before I ever jot it down.
I am kind of missing the words...