“Slipping away what can I Say?”
Sweet Baby James, as always, says it best. May is indeed slipping away and too soon we’ll be able to say the same thing about the summer…..and then the year, etc. etc. etc. The little goslings, much like our own children, will grow up way too fast – their childhood disappearing long before we are ready.
“Won’t you stay inside me month of May?”
Here on Kiawah the end of May typically means the beginning of most residents’ travels, driven away by the summer’s intensity. This year my husband and I will visit Maine and Colorado, seeking the cooler climes of the northeastern shore and the western mountains. In the meanwhile this week’s rainstorms are breathing new life into our local plants and animals.
Let it rain, sweet Mary Jane. Let it wash your love down all around me.”
The thing about James Taylor is, he seems to find words to say what many of us are thinking. I for one don’t mind the rain. Happily it doesn’t happen often and when it does the smell of the pavement after a storm takes me back to those disappearing days of childhood. Can you remember, as I do, jumping in puddles, looking for rainbows and simply celebrating the fresh clean air after the chill of winter is finally left behind?
“Hold on to me golden days, slipping away.”
Yep, you got it right Baby James, these are golden days – hold on to them. Surely we can hold them inside no matter what’s happening on the outside.