Mother May I

    Hey, it’s May.  Mayday on the farm looked like this:

 

 

     I had a guest. But he really couldn’t stay.

 

 

     He came flopping through the snow right in front of the kitchen window about 6 p. m.

    May 2 brought a little sunlight, an end to the snow anyway.

 

 

     I had to head back to Kansas to get ready for the barbershop show on Saturday.  We returned to the farm on Cinco de Mayo.  The wheat seemed to enjoy the cold and wet.

 

     Back to the field with me and the plow.  That worked well until Wednesday, when the rains came.

 

 

     The birds enjoyed it.  I had to keep the wood stove going.  My feathers didn’t keep me warm.

 

     The dandelions and mustard enjoyed it, too.  It is kind of pretty if you can set aside your prejudice, knowing they are all weeds.

 

  

    May 11 brought everything from clear blue skies to weird clouds and more rain. 

 

 

 

     May has to be one of the best of months.  Start the day in hooded sweatshirt, strip to shirt sleeves, don a slicker in late afternoon.  Pick some fresh asparagus and have it for supper. Take a front row seat at Mother Nature's moving show.  All done without insect repellant.