What’s your favorite month of the year? Why?
There’s a month each year that feels like an awakening. It’s the bridge between the quiet of winter and the warmth of summer. Mornings still hold a trace of chill, but the afternoons fill with soft sunlight and the scent of growing things. Lawns turn lush almost overnight, trees leaf out in a rush, and every breeze carries life.
It’s the season when the world feels generous. The lilacs bloom and perfume the air. The smell of freshly tilled earth lingers after rain, rich and full of promise. At local markets, the first asparagus appears, bright and green, and on weekend mornings, I wander through the woods searching for morel mushrooms hidden in the damp leaves. Each small find feels like a sign that the year is turning toward abundance.
This is also when I start to dream about summer—camping trips, evenings outside with friends, the first meals eaten under open sky. The days grow longer, and with them, my sense of possibility swells. Even something as simple as walking outside in a T-shirt after months of layers feels like freedom.
This month, alive with growth and memory, also carries personal meaning—it’s when I got married, surrounded by blossoms and soft light. The world seems to celebrate right alongside me each year as it blooms again.
My favorite month is May.
Thanks for taking a walk through my favorite time of year with me. If this story brought to mind your own favorite month or ritual of renewal, share it in the comments—I’d love to hear it.
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