Hurrah for the life of a country girl

My life is turning somersaults right now, but I'm beginning to think I can handle it.

In happier news, it's May! Up at dawn this morning dancing Morris in Belmont Park. When I was sneaking in to work (only 45 minutes late for my shift) a girl in the garden behind the library presented me with a sprig of some kind of white sweet-smelling flowers. We sang the Jean Ritchie maying song, making each of us the first person the other had ever met who could sing it.

So happy May Day. Or in America, so that no one mistakes this for an international labor holiday, happy Law Day and Loyalty Day. If that doesn't make you want to gag, I don't know what will.