All winter, here in Minnesota, we somehow get through. I'm not quite sure, sometimes, how I keep putting on my boots and hat and scarf and mittens and coat and sweater and long johns and woolen socks and. and. and. and....
And then May comes.
The world smells like crabapple blossom. The evenings echo with robins and redwings, goldfinches and nuthatches. Flowers are everywhere. We sweat outdoors, get sunburnt, listen for thunder.
This is what we survive for, this aching beauty and scent and ease.
This week, I started a new job, doing living history at a cultural heritage site. That's a lot of big words that mean, "I get to dress up and play pretend all day long." It's only been two days, and I'm sure I'm in some kind of honeymoon period, but I love this job so very much. It's what I wanted to do as a starry-eyed twelve-year-old. Granted, the next year I wanted to play Eponine in Les Misérables on Broadway, but hey! This dream came true.
What will you add to your life in this most lovely of months? Perhaps some storytelling of your own? Join my mailing list (the button is at the top of this page, right in the middle), and I'll send you a link to be part of a little mini-e-course that I'm doing all next week, starting on May 10. It would be so nice to have you along...
Hi. That's me. I write, sometimes, about parenting, storytelling, and about living a life with stories.