May Day & music

Stella here.
Well, it's May Day an' all th' trees is bustin' out with those Spring green buds! Sure is pretty!
Seems like this week just FLEW by! Where's th' time go?!! I been busier'n a one-armed paper hanger!
Seems like ev'ry time I go t' write somethin' somethin' comes up an' I get distracted! But t'day I'm home bakin' bread - my usual Friday project - s' while this batch is risin' I'll park myself here in th' kitchen an' set f'r a minute.

Harvey was tellin' me this mornin' how he remembers back when he was a kid that a lot o' th' kids his age'd go out lookin' f'r May flowers. They'd pick a bunch an' put 'em in little paper baskets they'd made an' go around hangin' 'em on th' doors o' folks they liked.
Far's we c'n tell, nobody does that anymore. Least we haven't heard about it. Kids is too busy runnin' off t' school an' sports events an' such, an' I don't think most of 'em'd know a May flower if it reached out an' BIT 'em!
Kinda too bad, I say.
Harvey says th' world's goin' t' hell in a handbasket. But he's been sayin' that f'r 's long's I've known him.

I was noticin' that May 3rd's Pete Seeger's birthday.
Now, I never heard o' his music while I was growin' up. We never had much music around th' house. My ma said 't was a waste o' time.
'Course I'd listen in on th' radio when I was over to a friend's house, but that was about it.
"Twas when I met up with th' hippies back in th' 60's that I started hearin' some of 'em sing that "folk music". An' I discovered that some of it 'twas pretty good.
Harvey weren't too en-thused about me hanging around with them hippies, but some o' those ladies... 'scuse me... women... taught me 'most all I know 'bout organic gardenin', an' while we'd be visitin' sometimes I'd hear them protest songs. An' y' know, somethin' about 'em just touched me.

Now, some folks I met just after Harvey'n me got hitched back in '55 played music at home. I mean THEY played music... none o' that re-corded stuff.
I 'member one time him'n me went over t' visit some French folks he knew, an' they hauled out an accordion an' a guit-tar, an' th' grandad, he played th' spoons!
You coulda knocked me over with a feather, I was so su'prised. I didn't know folks played music like that!
But, mister man, let me tell you - that place was JUMPIN'! 'Course, they was singin' in French but it didn't make no never-mind t' me. I just loved it!

So now I try t' listen t' all sorts o' music. Once 'r twice, when I couldn't sleep, I've gotten up an' come down an' turned on public radio an' listened t' some o' that "space music" they play late at night, an' I even liked some of that!
If that don't beat all!

Well, I gotta go punch down some bread 'fore it takes over th' kitchen.
Talk to y' later.
Love,
Stella