May . . .
. . . tastes like cherries and apricots, smells like warm evenings, sounds like soft piano music, and feels like home.
I love May. The farmer's markets start exploding with produce, the city warms up (and wakes up). We have a few summer evenings where you can go out without a jacket (!), and things just seem a bit more expansive, a bit more relaxed. It's light late into the evenings, and the promise of summer beckons, full of more stone fruits, barbecues, and time with friends.
It's a bit ironic that living here in the city without seasons I feel like I've become really attuned to the rhythm of the year, especially when it comes to produce. I admit, I was in a supermarket today that had plums on the shelf and I just goggled at them. Plums in May! Madness.
Anyway, wherever you are, I hope you're enjoying the weather, and appreciating the threshold of summer as much as I am.