Happy May!
- Jen
- May 11
- 2 min read
“In May, anything seems possible. If only I could learn to harness time itself.” ~ T.A. Barron |
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We had the pleasure of creating this set of three pieces for a client's home in Meredith NH, she was such a darling and even sent lovely pictures of them in their home!
A beautiful Shaker style dining table, a small kitchen island and a shelving unit for displaying her beloved pottery collection.
A few select offerings available in our HOME boutique shop
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The Slow Life
The Catbird sings me awake on the first of May. In the predawn pearly, gray light I allow myself the pleasure of the slow life and I lie still listening to him sing his song of jubilation, unhindered, joyful and long. His song fills every fiber of my being with complete and total happiness, and a new month, a new day dawns with the most glorious of alarm clocks.
It’s May third and the hummingbirds have arrived, I see his ruby red throat and iridescent back hovering at the fully blooming azalea bush contending with the adorably fat bumblebees for the most nectar laden flowers and I know that Spring has truly arrived in all her glory.
With even the smallest breeze the Poplar trees release their seeds, floating and falling like great big, fat snowflakes and for a moment I pretend we can have warm May sunshine and a mini snowsquall and I decide that would be the most perfect way to have a snowstorm.
It rained heavily over a two-week period, the streams became rivers and the rivers became monstrous whitewater, swirling and crashing over their banks and time worn courses, creating new streamlets and fast running outlets. Waterfalls suddenly appeared on the sloping forested hillsides, everywhere the sound of water, the sound of life, the earth will soak up the excess helping to fertilize and nourish the soil, the roots, and all life in the forest and floodplains.
On the evening breezes a Mayfly hatch begins, they emerge and fly upstream, hundreds upon hundreds, flying on gossamer wings, they touch down in the dark slack water, lay eggs and fly on, their sole purpose for being alive is to create a new generation of trout nourishment.
Beautiful, wild trout waters.
In silence and solitude, we have witness life beginning and life ending as a Chickadee sings his evening song in the streamside thicket, the forest darkening in the golden glow of the setting sun and there is nowhere else we would rather be.
Happy May!
~ Jen
Wishing you a beautiful and blessed month of May
and
a very blessed Mother's Day!
~Jen at A Vintage Wren
