May 12 nine years ago I was living in Sacramento with my parents, ironing clothes for mom by the looks of my Facebook page.
May 12 eight years ago I was released from the hospital after a life-threatening event.
May 12 three years ago I was holding my baby grand daughter.
May 12 this year I'm living in Colorado and going to get my snow tires changed out. I had a lovely mother's day with the family, in their backyard keeping a safe distance.
Thanks to blogging and to Facebook, we can keep track of little anniversaries like this. Sometimes it's a good thing, other times it's not.
And this May, we'd better not go blissfully astray unless we want to risk dying from this blasted virus. I trust that sometime, again, we'll be able to fully indulge.
Tra la, it's May, the lusty Month of May
That lovely month when everyone goes blissfully astray
Tra la, it's here, that shocking time of year
When tons of wicked little thoughts merrily appear
That lovely month when everyone goes blissfully astray
Tra la, it's here, that shocking time of year
When tons of wicked little thoughts merrily appear
It's May, It's May, that gorgeous holiday
When every maiden prays that her lad will be a cad
It's mad, it's gay, alive, a lust display
Those dreary vows that everyone takes, everyone breaks
Everyone makes divine mistakes
The Lusty Month of May
When every maiden prays that her lad will be a cad
It's mad, it's gay, alive, a lust display
Those dreary vows that everyone takes, everyone breaks
Everyone makes divine mistakes
The Lusty Month of May
Whence this fragrance wafting through the air?
What sweet feelings does it's scent transmute?
Whence this perfume floating everywhere?
Don't you know, it's that dear forbidden fruit
What sweet feelings does it's scent transmute?
Whence this perfume floating everywhere?
Don't you know, it's that dear forbidden fruit
It's May, the lusty month of May
That darling month when everyone throws self-control away
It's time to do a wretched thing or two
And try to make each precious day one you'll always rue
That darling month when everyone throws self-control away
It's time to do a wretched thing or two
And try to make each precious day one you'll always rue
It's May, it's May, the month of "Yes, you may"
The time for every frivolous whim, proper or im-
It's wild, it's gay, depraved in every way
The birds and bees with all of their vast amorous past
Gaze at the human race aghast
The Lusty Month of May
The time for every frivolous whim, proper or im-
It's wild, it's gay, depraved in every way
The birds and bees with all of their vast amorous past
Gaze at the human race aghast
The Lusty Month of May
Tra la, it's May, the lusty Month of May
That lovely month when everyone goes blissfully astray
Tra la, it's here, that shocking time of year
When tons of wicked little thoughts merrily appear
That lovely month when everyone goes blissfully astray
Tra la, it's here, that shocking time of year
When tons of wicked little thoughts merrily appear
It's May, it's may, the month of great dismay
when all the world is brimming with fun, wholesome or un-
It's mad, it's gay, alive a lust display
Those dreary vows that everyone takes, everyone breaks
Everyone makes divine mistakes
The Lusty Month of May
when all the world is brimming with fun, wholesome or un-
It's mad, it's gay, alive a lust display
Those dreary vows that everyone takes, everyone breaks
Everyone makes divine mistakes
The Lusty Month of May
May is quite a busy time for you. Hope this May is quiet and gentle, warm and sunny.
ReplyDeleteHi Tara, thanks for sharing your trip down memory lane for May. The best thing I remember about the month of May is that on the 16th, I had my first face-to-face meeting with my husband, Patrick, and now we've been married 21 years 😉 Your granddaughter is precious. Glad you were able to connect with family for Mother's Day, belated good wishes.
ReplyDeleteHappy May to you dear Tara.
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