MAY, WHERE ARE YOU?

I awoke this morning to the foreboding sound of howling winds. The fragile windows rattled in its wake and an unseasonable cold chill penetrated my vulnerable bedroom.

I shivered under the covers, snuggling closer to my cat Bosco, and wondered "Where is May?"

I was shivering last November in this rural Tennessee purgatory and - nearly half a year later - I'm still shivering.
Does the cursed cold ever end?
Will I perhaps begin to thaw out in July? August, maybe?

The eternal cold is the very least of my problems - the ugly bulk of which would taint the fabricated purity of this blog. I'm desperately depressed and hanging on by a slender thread, more fragile than a disconsolate spider's web.

Despite battling insurmountable obstacles, I still have an admirably uncanny way with words.
And if you dig deeply enough through the mire, you'll find my irresistible charm.

Photos taken this First Day of May:

Grim view of my front "yard", taken from the porch

An eternal sea of weeds, thorns, and some sort of blossoms.

On a brighter side
(and not a moment too soon)

Photos of my back "yard" taken last week on a rare sunny day.

BTW -

Thank you to the four people who liked my piano video in my previous post. You have incredibly good taste and can recognize a genius when you see one.

Am I being bitterly sarcastic?
Naw, I wouldn't even think of it.......

                                     Cheers, Jon