May Day and the first Saturday in May

[meirwen_1988]

It is May Day. Lady Day. Beltain. All good things. I am wearing spring green. I am smiling. On the outside.

Coming back from Wampsville this morning (whew--one thing checked off the stress list) I noticed the trilliums are in bloom along the highway. Good things.

Tonight I go with Duchezz and the Wonderful Jane to a Grand Matron's visit, wearing the new gown I got on sale (SIZE 6!!) and Duchezz will be wearing the gown I found for her, that she loves. Happy Anniversary, a little early, sweetheart.

Tomorrow we come home, get the dogs, and with luck, I will be able to watch the Derby. Not wearing silk taffeta, as I did 18 years ago, the first Saturday in May.

Not wearing a crown of flowers.

Not surrounded by friends, and joy, and hope.

But the jockey's granddaughter will watch the Derby, with a Duchezz, and pugs, and kitties, and bourbon.

Lots of bourbon, perhaps.

And still, there is love.

"And the greatest of these is love."

Comments

[cypherindigo.livejournal.com]

Cool, I didn't know that your grandfather was a jockey. The stories that he must of told.

Happy Anniversary to the both of you.

Love surrounds you and your family.

[meirwen.livejournal.com]

I never knew him. He died in 1926 saving a horse during a stable fire--a horse broke away from someone else and trampled him to death.

But, during his career he won both the King's Cup (now the Queen's Cup--all depends on whose on the throne) in Canada and the Havana Stakes, as well as a bunch of others.

My dad was in line to follow in his footsteps, but he took shrapnel in his knee in Belgium in 1944, so that pretty much put an end to that.