“Home, the spot of earth supremely blest, A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest”

Happy May Day!

I remember the May Day parades through the streets of Moscow. The news would show the marching  troops stepping in unison and missile after missile being hauled through the city, all meant as signs of Russia’s military might. I also remember May poles with brightly colored ribbons and flowers. I always preferred the flowers.

It’s raining. I’ve got music playing which helps dispel the darkness of the day. It’s cold at 47°. My heat went on this morning so the house must have been really cold. Gracie went out for only a minute. She is not a lover of rain. The birds were here earlier but have since disappeared. I suspect they’ve found shelter.

I know every sound my house makes. I know which floor boards creak. I know the sound of heat roaring into rooms through registers. Gracie’s dog door makes a crinkly sound, and I usually have to figure out if she’s coming or going. The ice cubes falling into the tray make a plunking sound. The other morning, though, it took me a moment to recognize the water flowing through the pipes. It was the outside irrigation system, a spring-summer thing, and I needed to jog my memory. Sometimes I hear a strange sound, and it takes a while to figure it out. I walk around the house trying to find it. One time it was a mouse in a cabinet. Another time it was a giant bug hitting the inside part of the screen. I let the bug out. The mouse got away.

In the summer, with the windows open, I recognize which dogs are barking and which kids are outside playing. I know whose lawn is being mowed. I hear car doors shutting, sometimes one but more often two, and I figure a neighbor is just leaving or just coming home. I recognize every neighbor’s car and wonder why a strange car goes down my street.

Home fills all my senses.

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10 Comments on ““Home, the spot of earth supremely blest, A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest””

  1. Hedley Says:

    Its May Day, International Workers Day, Jean and Marine Le Pen are laying a wreath at some random statue of Joan of Arc to celebrate the 600th anniversary of her Birth (they probably don’t like us either) and announcing they will not support Hollande or Sarkozy, both candidates should be relieved.
    My mind turns to more personal issues,beyond the traditions of Morris Dancers and the Maypole, this should have been my Mother’s 83rd Birthday.

    • olof1 Says:

      I thought she would say something like that. I guess most of her followers will avoid voting now and that will most likely make Hollande win the election.
      Christer.

    • katry Says:

      My Dear Hedley,
      With Mother’s Day coming I have already been thinking about my mother who would have turned 85 this summer. I miss her every day.

      Your Mother was born on the loveliest of days!

  2. olof1 Says:

    I too remember those soviet parades and I do remember seeing lots of people demonstrating on this day here at home. But no may pole here, we have ours at midsummer instead.

    Quite the opposite weather here today and it will continue like this until the weekend, then we might get snow again. I can’t say I like that 🙂 🙂 🙂

    I do like those familiar sounds old homes make, But I rarely hear new sounds, I did however last storm we had. Suddenly I heard this strange sound, something like strooing, strooing over and over again. After a while I realized that it came from the outside and most probably the roof. It turned out that the old tv antenna, that I don’t use any longer, was falling apart 🙂 🙂 The wind made it swing strangely and every time it hit the chimney the strange sound appeared 🙂 🙂 🙂

    Have a great day!
    Christer.

    • katry Says:

      Christer,
      The May Pole tradition is gone from here. May baskets have taken their place. People find them on their doorsteps in the morning and kids make small baskets in school for their mothers and fill them with paper flowers.

      A new sound always gives me a bit of the creeps so I have to go and find the source. I had a tree branch which used to bang against my bedroom window. It always woke me up when the wind was fierce at night.

  3. Zoey & Me Says:

    You are a regular homebody. Maybe you should volunteer as the community watch person. Don’t carry a gun with you though. The one sound that I never can get used to are the two sky lights when it rains. The sound is more like plastic crackling. I say it’s off key. I enjoy the rain on the front porch instead.

    • katry Says:

      Z & Me,
      There are only 7 houses on my street. During the winter three of them are unoccupied so it’s easy to recognize my neighbors’ cars. The house beside me is rented all summer and the neighbor on the other side caught people breaking into it and called the police. With such a small street and so few neighbors, it’s easy to recognize sounds.

      I love the rain on my umbrellas.

  4. Bob Says:

    I miss those May Day parades from the evil empire. At least then we know who the enemy was and what he represented.

    We should always honor those who labor for a living whether we celebrate their accomplishments in May or in September. The working class in this country have made us the economic miracle of the world. Through their efforts we have built a middle class that had a standard of living that was better than anywhere else. Unfortunately, in recent years the idea of creating things has taken a back seat to those who speculate and move money around in the financial sector. Those people always were taking their share of commissions out first while many of their actions have resulted in giving us this global recession.

    Here in the Dallas metroplex we suffer with the highest pollen counts in the country during May. The confluence of winds brings ragweed, grass and other pollen in from the Midwest and dump it on our fair city. We are the hay favor capital of the country. Happy May Day!

    • katry Says:

      Bob,
      I remember finding out that some of the rockets had been mock-ups: so much for their military prowess!

      It’s true that we don’t honor American workers enough. My life is an easy one because of all the advancements invented by Americans. When I travel different countries, I am always glad to live here.

      We will soon be inundated by green pollen from the pine trees, It covers everything, and no windows can be left open. Even cars turn green. That’s when I suffer the most.

  5. Hedley Says:

    4-1 on the road at Bolton. two games to go and a serious shot at Champions League qualification. Great job by Tottenham tonight.


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