Hit the reset button. I love May. It’s certifiably spring now and this year in a fit of nostalgia I made some May baskets. Times have changed so I won’t go around leaving them on doorsteps and ringing doorbells (wouldn’t that be a sight, me running down the country roads to escape discovery) but the sentiment is the same. And now I am singing all of the beautiful hymns to Mary in my head, too.
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