Happy May Day!
*sets baskets of carefully chosen spring flowers at each of your doors*
As always, I find myself breathing in relief on this date - even when I'm not celebrating tasks well-finished, May first is a hinge pin day for me. It's a time of beginnings - I've previously started two rather influential jobs on this date, and decisions made on the first of May stick with more thoroughness than declarations crowed forth on any other day. It's always been that way for me: I'm prone to give credit for the positive momentum to the season, with its growth and encroaching warmth.
I'm a summer baby - though I don't tan, I love heat and even like sweating. Getting through the winter is always an exercise in stubbornness, not enjoyment, for me. Which is pretty hilarious, considering that I live in the Northlands. It would be impossible to tally up the number of well-meaning strangers who, when they learn I moved from the Heartlands to the Queen City, ask: "Oh, so you ski?" I've only laughed outright in someone's face once. For the record: I've never been on a pair of skis. Ever. I also don't plan on changing that state of affairs anytime soon.
BUT... [and isn't there always a but?] I'm still grateful for the snow and cold. Northland springs and early summers are without peer for their sheer beauty. There have been days - every single year that I've lived here - that the weather has been so amazing in May or June, that I've cried. The physical splendor is that overwhelming. I think it's not possible to feel that quality of connection if you hadn't sloughed through grey and snow and friggin' frostbitten FEBRUARY on the same land.
So YAY MAY!
Yay for fast growing green spikes of life, and for the flowers they herald.
Yay for robin's return and a season's new nest-weaving.
Yay for warm air and drying earth and new sun.
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Since I don't have any *actual* flowers for y' all, how about some childer-nostalgia instead?
Here's
Johnny Cash singing 'Nasty Dan' - with commentary by Oscar the Grouch.
Did you know that the Pointer Sisters did the Pinball counting song on Sesame Street? I didn't. Here's a
medley of those shorts. And a
recent vid mash-up of that series, with a dash of Yellow Submarine for fun.
A different sort of vintage music fun - Dave Brubeck, performing
Take Five in 1961.
Keeping with the numeric and musical theme - here's the first of the schoolhouse rock cartoons - and my personal favorite -
"Three is a Magic Number".
And finally, back to Sesame Street -
The Yip yips meet the telephone. This sketch makes me weep with laughter, even now. [It also sums up my feelings about the Dread Machine pretty nicely too. :) ]
Yay Spring!
[yip yip yip, uh-huh,uh-huh...]