Momentous May.

And so we meander into the merry month of May and, as always, my senses become heightened with anticipation. May stands proud as being the month which has always brought more significant circumstances into my life than any of the other eleven. Many beginnings, many endings, many substantial changes of direction, some pleasant and some not so pleasant, but all substantially instructive, and all contributing valuable strands to the weaving of life’s great tapestry.

I wrote a post enumerating some of them many years ago, and since then there have been added two more – the marriage of the Lady B and the coming of her first daughter. I could wax eloquent on why those two events were so significant, but I won’t. (Because the blog is public so I never know who might be reading it.) Suffice it to say that, without either knowledge or intent, the Lady B, bless her, taught me something I thought I would never learn. (I shall never forget that glorious May morning in 2018 and the vision of a woman, statuesque and radiant in a long blue maternity dress. If I’d been a composer I could have echoed Debussy with my composition of La Fille Aux Cheveux D’Ébène.)

But enough for now. Who knows whether this May will add a diamond or a dark grey cloud to the tapestry. The wheel of life guards its secret plans with such short horizons.