Three Days in May


Yesterdays’ “morning shine” did not last long at the rabbit patch.  By mid-morning, clouds covered the land making the chilly breeze almost cold.  It was that kind of day when the sunlight is muted and showers are likely at any given moment.  

I finished the kitchen floor and finally the kitchen can be used fully.  We can walk where and when we please-even the cats.  With the showers yesterday, the roof did not get fixed, but at least, it did not leak.  The rabbit patch property  remains in a poor condition.  There is a good day of work there, to be reckoned with, but the flowers grow as if they do not take notice of the condition.  They seem as happy as a lark, on a Sunday morning.  I noticed yesterday that the foxglove is blooming down side one of the barns,  and so are  the wild privets  along the edge of the young woods.   Behind the oldest barn, there is a small orchard of sorts, and beyond that are the fields of clary sage.  What a sight to behold when the sage is blooming, as it is  now.  Looking at acres of lavender, white and purple spiked blossoms acts like a tonic, for me.  It always makes me want to pray , too.  Today, while the sun shines, I will “go to Church” out behind the grapevines and apple trees.

Mama and Daddy are still in Ocracoke, so instead of “Sunday Dinner”,  I am having “Sunday Supper”.  Jo Dee and her son,  Joehn are coming for roast beef and potatoes, green beans and cornbread.  I will probably make a yellow layer cake with old fashioned “hard icing” for dessert.  It will be easy work to gather a bouquet of flowers today, for the centerpiece-“pickings are not slim”,  in May.

In spite, of all the chores that demanded my attention,  the extra day in the weekend allowed me the chance to read, rest and write. I even watched an old black and white movie.  Those are my favorites.  I had never seen “Rabbit Trap”,  but I will watch it again. .  It was a simple plot, a father worked all of the time for a money-hungry boss.  Finally, he was allowed a vacation and rented a cabin with his wife and young son.  He and his son set a rabbit trap with hopes of taming a wild bunny.  The boss interrupted the vacation, and the family left in haste, forgetting the trap.  I will not tell the ending, but it touched me deeply-so much that it set me to wondering.

We tend to set “great store” on finding our purpose.  We worry that we may miss the mark-or we await with lofty notions that at some point “the secret” will be revealed.  Surely, we must not blink, or we may miss it altogether.  I wonder . . .what if, the purpose is to simply “live our truth” to “stand up, in our truth”.  Somehow, this makes sense to me.   I do not think in my older age, that there has to be some great mysterious reason for our life.  It makes less sense, that our purpose would be “shrouded” or tucked away in some far corner of the earth.  Maybe, our purpose changes, depending on the circumstances we face at the moment.

 I will wonder some more about this-later when I stand beholding the fields of clary sage, behind the barn on the rabbit patch. A lot sure can happen in three days in May.



20 thoughts on “Three Days in May

  1. Your three days were more detailed than mine. You talked about plants I’ve never heard of before, and I was beginning to be proud of knowing almost everything in our little inherited garden. I’d love to see a photo of clary sage. I’ve never met anything “clary” before.


  2. Oh, how I do love your stories. Haven’t been as good at letting you know that for the past few weeks, but know that I have enjoyed each and everyone. How could you be so calm and write knowing you had company coming for supper!!?? You are a good manager, and multitask so well. Know Jo Dee and Joehn enjoyed being with you, and the menu sounded wonderful .Thanks for always being there for them, it means so much to them and me. Good luck with your plans for “smalling up”, your life, and finding a new dwelling. I should be thinking along those lines too, but don’t think I can stand the confusion. Continue to write so that so many of your followers can be happy. Thanks.

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  3. Wow it sounds so beautiful. I have noticed how lush and green and “filled in” everything has become with all this rain. All the trees in blossom, the flowers blooming it really is a beautiful time of year! I think the purpose for our being here is to be happy and joyful and to enjoy all the things that nature has to offer, such as your fields of clary sage. 🙂

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      1. I’ve never been so appreciative of nature and all of the Universe’s beauty and wisdom as I have this past year. Your posts help with that appreciation even more, so I thank you. And I love that I made you happy, there’s a big smile on my face right now knowing that! xo


  4. I agree with your assessment that our life purpose is not hidden away. In fact, I believe it’s present in every moment of every day. The way you describe your garden and the flowers and make my mouth water for Sunday supper at the Rabbit Patch…we’ll surely you are the example of a purposeful life! Seeing the beautiful in everyday things and even making chores sound fun! Thank you for letting us join you on your journey through the Rabbit Patch! Your posts always brighten my day 😊


  5. Oh my, your flowers sound so lovely! I really love how you have people over for meals…that is so lost today, I know I struggle with it. Probably just the crazy insecurity and pressure to have everything “just right” when in reality we all just crave communion and connection with others. It’s about the sharing and the relationships built around the table, the flickering of the candle light and the delicious food tastes all the better for sharing. I will have to look up that movie! Is it appropriate for children? 🙂 Thanks, Rabbit Patch, for another lovely peek at your life. Amy

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  6. I responded to your discussion about living our truth. I, too have thought about this, asked similar questions, and come to the same conclusions. I too believe our purpose is not mysterious or hidden and not necessarily grand, that it can be found where we are and in what we’re doing. Thanks for this thought-provoking post.

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    1. You know we are so bombarded with sadness in all of the world-I try to avoid it as it hurts my heart and I can’t fix it-but i can be of service to those I encounter-Maybe that is enough. Maybe that is of greater value than I can know. Thank you always-you are dear to me.


  7. One of life’s great misconceptions, and so very taxing, thinking that there is purpose, an end game, a goal, a chime that will sound when we are “done”, when we are “successful”.
    It stems from the unnatural way humans have come to raise their offspring.
    In a more natural setting, our children will watch us as we teach them and train them to encounter our world and our lives. At a point, we would let them go, and they would simply be independent. Their purpose, if one might call it that, is simply to live.
    Thanks to this accursed brain and an opposable thumb, we’ve built a world in which our chicks are never fledged. They spend decades on end continuing to look for lessons and goals and teaching.
    It is only when we turn a certain corner of maturity that we see the folly in this.
    Achievement is not without merit, yet it is in no way a purpose.
    I don’t call it a reason or a purpose. I don’t hang that much gravity on the poor, innocent cosmos.
    I call it life, and our only calling, the highest at that, is to love one another (and all things in our universe) unconditionally.

    Seek peace,


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    1. I think you are right-the only real purpose may be to love. Humans may be the only species that do not foster independence in their children, with zeal. It is the most important factor in their life, no matter what direction their journey takes them-another thing that is concerning is the idea that our children must never have even small disappointment. Everything must be fair -it rarely is in real life. Thank you for an interesting conversation-and always too for visiting the rabbit patch.

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  8. The most important part of fledging is letting them go, to try their wings, pass or fail. We must teach our children to see, feel and think for themselves if we want them to thrive when our influence is absent.

    Peace to you,


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