Hello all, and I hope your May’s are all going well. This is sometimes my favorite month of the year, Spring is here, even for those of us here in the North, maybe even those of you in Canada, and Things start growing again, little flowers bloom, trees get leaves, peas come up, and even if I am way way to busy these days to get out and enjoy it, I can look from time to time and get a feeling of ” Oh, it’s just all to lovely “.
Lots of Adventures happen in May. All you have to do is listen to any Folk/Celtic/Irish song going and over half of the songs, I guarantee you, will begin ” As I roved out on a May Morning , on a May Morning quite Early ” These people had some adventures I am telling you! I have been out early on many a May morning and I have never met a ” Golden Youth” or a ” Shy Lassie washing her feet” or a ” Withered Old Women who turned out to be a Wicked old Witch ( or a fairy, horse or cursed princess ) or even ” A band of Rovers ” ( or Gypsies, Lords, Ladies , or Fey Folk )
( Of course, the other thing people do in these songs is DRINK. They drink Lots. I wonder , from time to time if the EARLY in these songs is not late at night, and not early after sleeping all night, and getting up refreshed, if you see what I mean. I can see drinking all night and having some wild stuff happen to you on your way home, at least in your mind, as you stumble from the pub homeward with or with out your horse, as it were. )
Or not. Who can say?
I went ( Roved ) out this morning , ( On a May Morning Quite Early ) for a walk, and I admit that some breathing room , stress relief and fitness were what I started out thinking about, but as I walked ( think roved ) it was in my mind that this WAS May, and anything, literally , anything could happen….
Of course, I didn’t see the young girl doing her wash by the waterside, or the two lovers crying, or the mother singing to her fatherless child. Nor did I get drunk, make love, fall asleep and wake up in the fairy realm, or save my country, a cursed thing, or Farmer John’s cow even but…..
There’s always tomorrow, we have quite a bit of May left.
Love and Roving,
Lorraine