May feels like an appetizer at a good restaurant; a small peek, a little taste, of what’s to come. Then we get our beautiful hot and dry summer, June through September, like the hearty main course. Fall is short but sweet: coffee and dessert. Winter? Winter is the bill, when you realize how much that great bottle of wine cost. You hate it but pay it, knowing no great meal comes free.
This is Juliet, my eight-year-old, at the May Day Concert and Dance.