How is it that a month can feel so long while you’re in the midst of it, but looking back you can’t believe that it’s already over and gone? That was May for me.
Usually, May is a whirlwind filled with finals, the last day of school, moving home for the summer, celebratory cookouts for birthdays, Mother’s Day, and Memorial Day, and the start of a summer job. It’s always the beginning of my favorite time of year. Being back home on our farm with all of my family, and I mean ALL of my family.
It’s back to listening to my Grandfather and Uncle knee deep in worries about whether the fields are ready to go for hay season, is the weatherman right about the forecast or is it going to rain on us, complaining that it’s too dry, then complaining when it rains too much. It’s back to easy summer jobs, relaxing evenings, late bedtimes, waking up to the chickens crowing, Grandma’s home cooked meals, front porch swings, lightning bugs, checking for dreaded tick bites, sweet tea, hay days, big family dinners after a long day of hay, evening walks with the dogs, “can you turn the air on?”, sleeping with the windows open listening to tree frogs, heat lightning, and everything else that makes home, home.
But this year was different. I missed all of those little moments in May that I never really thought twice about before, but now that I didn’t get to have them, I realize how much they mean to me. I missed that feeling of being a kid again and it actually being summer break. But May is over, June is here, and we’ll see what it has in store.
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