Yes, May. Although for most of May 7 it felt more like December than the merry month. The wind blew off the lake. The snow fell. The temperature dropped. I cursed. And then I sowed some more seeds. What else can you do when confronted with something you can't control? (Fortunately, May's departure was short-lived. The snow is gone and, hey, we needed the moisture.)
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