May from Rachael

Rachael's envelope worked its way to the top of the stack and I used it for inspiration as I started my June envelope during the last week of June. She didn't think the colors were springy - but, I'm fine with how it all turned out. 

Next we turn to the quote on the card. It is the last line from a poem by John Burroughs. Once again, I knew nothing about him and thoroughly enjoyed reading Wikipedia. Yes, May can be filled with gladness it has also become *Maycember* to people who are still raising their kids because there are so many end of the school year activities.

Here's a partial blurb off the first definition I found for Maycember:

Maycember is the manic time of year when parents find themselves drowning in end-of-school activities, sporting events, concerts, awards, teacher appreciation days, graduation rituals, bake sales, summer camp paperwork, and Memorial Day plans.

Really, it’s just the month of May, but parents have begun to use the portmanteau of May and December to cheekily compare the chaos of the spring month to December, a month that serves up a similarly hectic series of kid-centric events, but without the crackling fire, eggnog, or social permission to cancel plans and curl up under a weighted blanket. It’s nonstop hustle with no gifts to look forward to. 

Here we are at the end of June. I'm writing this on May 31. Maybe the blog is settling into a pattern where it is somewhat organized. 

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Here it is, June 21 - and I am proofing posts - and I assure you - there has been a tsunami of chaos and disorganization with the photos and the blog writing.