May

May reminds me of our garden at home in Poland, which begins to come alive around this time of year. It is our favorite part of the house. On good days, the sun is out and the sky is a sea of blue. Flowers are beginning to bloom. The days grow longer and the sunsets are golden. Sometimes my dad will turn on the grill. Sometimes we pull out the Frisbees and badminton rackets, delaying dinner to remain outside. Sometimes my mom walks barefoot on the grass, soaking it in. It is peaceful, a sanctuary.