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pegkerrMay Day didn't quite feel like May Day.
It really didn't quite work for me. I feel like a traitor to say it, but it's true.
I'd invited Mom and Dad--it would have been their first May Day since they just moved to Minneapolis last fall, and I was so excited to share it with them. The girls had invited their respective boys. But every single person other than me bailed on going, and despite my disappointment, I couldn't blame them in the least. The temperature was in the mid-thirties, and the forecast said heavy winds, and possibly rain or even snow. Obviously, it would have been madness in particular for my very sick Fiona to go. The precipitation held off, but the sun was not spotted all day, and the relentless wind was numbing.
So I went to the parade by myself and even though there was a respectable crowd, I saw no one I know. The parade had some of its usual magical moments, but there were a strong preponderance of crows, which were supposed to be hopeful, but instead kept reminding me, depressingly, of the ravens. The parade started really late, and the ceremony in the park (the raising of the Tree of Life) started even later. The crowd was much smaller, and due to the weather, no one was particularly tempted to wander around and listen to music. The picnic in the park had about a half dozen die-hard loyalists instead of the twenty or thirty or so we usually see, and it was so cold and dreadful that several of those left before the Tree of Life even went up. It ain't a lot of fun to picnic when the temperature's in the 30s. The sight of the Tree didn't lift my heart like it usually does.
Maybe it's just because it's been such a hard year, but this year for the first time ever, it felt as if the cold and the dark still had the park in thrall when I left.
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dreamshark's report is here. Like me, she thought there were too many crows.
It really didn't quite work for me. I feel like a traitor to say it, but it's true.
I'd invited Mom and Dad--it would have been their first May Day since they just moved to Minneapolis last fall, and I was so excited to share it with them. The girls had invited their respective boys. But every single person other than me bailed on going, and despite my disappointment, I couldn't blame them in the least. The temperature was in the mid-thirties, and the forecast said heavy winds, and possibly rain or even snow. Obviously, it would have been madness in particular for my very sick Fiona to go. The precipitation held off, but the sun was not spotted all day, and the relentless wind was numbing.
So I went to the parade by myself and even though there was a respectable crowd, I saw no one I know. The parade had some of its usual magical moments, but there were a strong preponderance of crows, which were supposed to be hopeful, but instead kept reminding me, depressingly, of the ravens. The parade started really late, and the ceremony in the park (the raising of the Tree of Life) started even later. The crowd was much smaller, and due to the weather, no one was particularly tempted to wander around and listen to music. The picnic in the park had about a half dozen die-hard loyalists instead of the twenty or thirty or so we usually see, and it was so cold and dreadful that several of those left before the Tree of Life even went up. It ain't a lot of fun to picnic when the temperature's in the 30s. The sight of the Tree didn't lift my heart like it usually does.
Maybe it's just because it's been such a hard year, but this year for the first time ever, it felt as if the cold and the dark still had the park in thrall when I left.
dreamshark's report is here. Like me, she thought there were too many crows.