Lyrics from the "Camelot" soundtrack includes the lively tune "The Merry, Merry Month of May." May isn't that merry to me.
When May arrives the heat of summer is starting to set in and it feels so oppressive. Our beautiful blue skies are often a dull gray with the humidity and wheat fields being burned. Drivers, especially those in cars without air conditioning, drive as fast as they can to get to their destinations. Even the birds are getting testy. While on a walk in town, minding my own business, a bird swooped low and made a deposit on my white shirt.
May seems to have more things happening than any other month and people are more uncomfortable doing them. Retirement parties often take place in May and civic organizations try to squeeze in final soirees before the blackout months of July and August.
In May some brave people still have evening outdoor activities and battle flies the whole time. When the sun goes down the flies disappear. It is a mystery to me. No one seems to know where they go. Perhaps they are afraid of the mosquitoes who take over after dark.