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may, it’s a funny time of the year.

May 17, 2011 by mama lola

May is a time of year when my feelings and emotions go a bit wild. I feel nostalgic, because that’s when I went tree planting and fell in love. I feel antsy and want to get outside and get my fingers dirty with dirt, but alas, it’s still a bit too early to plant seedlings. I feel excited to wear dresses and skirts, but am terrified of blinding the world with my phenomenally white legs. I feel happy about the warmer temperatures, but am terrified of the heat and humidity the summer heat waves have in store. Many people visit somewhere like Barnett Electrical: AC installation in Oklahoma City at this time of year in aticipation of the summer heat. Having air conditioning installed is a bit too organised for me though – I’m all over the place.

May is also a time of renewal and growth and I have discovered my love for gardening in recent years. I love to watch as the trees change from their winter’s sleep to a summer’s glorious green. I get excited waiting for the first bulbs to blossom and as the weather gets warmer everything blooms like a wave. Each waiting before taking its turn.


I think the clover took in the back yard! Yippiiiii! There are definitely some positive signs of three leafed growth and this makes me tremendously happy. Especially considering the white clover has a 40% failure rate. Keep ’em fingers crossed though, we’re not quite out of the woods yet!

I need these dudes in my life.

In May, the sun hangs out longer in the evenings, sitting all pretty-like in the horizon shining directly into bear’s room *. He doesn’t seem too bothered by the sun. He’s got rolly blinds and penguin curtains from my childhood, but something has changed his sleep habits this May. We keep finding him curled up on the glider in his room. Usually he’s got company too; a soft toy or two or five and blanket or two. Once he was under the seat cushion (which is actually meant for an IKEA sunchair!). So bizarre!
(* not that we’ve really had any sunny evenings.)

Imagine the cushion folded over him, that’s how I found him, snoring away!

That’s Lulu Rose, Bear’s bulldog under his butt!

Speaking of sleep… our beautiful hammock is nearing its end as a place of sleep for Lion. He’s getting too big and strong. It’s been a worthwhile investment and I cannot imagine ever parting with it. Lion sleeps there for a nap a day or so. He has also successfully been night weaned and I forgot to mention anything, because it was so uneventful.





I can’t tell if this engraved stone I found at a local park is sweet or scary.
Oh May,
you have once again really confused me this year!



xo, mama lola
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