Day one. A bank holiday? May, I like you already. From the ponds to the trees, new signs of life all around. Hedgerows thicken. Forests fill. The woodland canopy bulges once more. In the greenhouse, shoots emerge from seeds sown in soil long ago. Bright blue skies. Vivid lawns. A blissful breeze delights. Village fêtes. Country fairs. Crowds potter amongst stalls. Windows open. Mowers rumble from gardens afar. Sunglasses on. Linen shirts. Sandal season is back. Bees wake up. Back to work. Pollen scatters far and wide. Garden gatherings. Patio days give way to patio nights. Sunshine beams. Summer tempts. Not long to go now, hold on. Ground your feet. Take a breath. Rejoice in all that is Spring.
Rumour has it that May was named after the Roman Goddess Maia – the earth goddess who oversaw the growth of plants and nature.
With that in mind, as I open the page on chapter five, it can’t come as a surprise that I’m drawn to the outdoors more than ever this month.
Having just returned from what can only be described as paradise (think coconut palms, crystal clear waters and a landscape rich in colour and life), the sight of the local woodlands bursting with bluebells on my morning walk with the boys this morning got me thinking about how generous Mother Nature really is… and how natural beauty can be found no matter where you are in the world.
For instance, the sunrise and sunsets in the Maldives were otherworldly, yes. But that does not mean that the sunrise across the fields at home is any less so. The crystal clear waters of the Indian Ocean never failed to take my breath away. But the trickling streams that weave their way through the local fields never cease to make me smile too. The hot pink roses that can be found across the islands in the Maldives were stunning. But so too are the bluebells that cover the woodlands at home…
You get the gist right!?
With that in mind (if you’re not inclined to do so already, this is) I encourage you to seek out the natural beauty in your every day lives this month. Because something tells me that the standard tree or plant or bird outside your window, is otherworldly to someone somewhere far away.
With that lecture said and done (Aristotle eat your heart out, I know!), I’m off to embrace my inner Maia.
Watering can at the ready, to the potting shed I go!