Life in the Rural—an Update:
May Day…Flowers, Faith, A Photo Essay…Mostly
Yesterday, May 1st, neighbor kids, the Brandts, quietly left a small bouquet of colorful flowers on the writer’s door as they do every May Day, brightening the moment considerably. Calling attention to the ordinary life, the quiet gesture, simple beauty, the greater good.
The writer prays this particular fish tug, minutes from where he lives, will always be docked in this harbor. Its very name gives him great joy.
Now here comes, there goes the ailing writer, May 1, off to the coop, (rough days ahead, for the next five weeks), waving “Hello,” “Goodbye”…with faith in the word, uppermost in mind…determined that all his stories ”be continued”…