Remembering When. . .

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by Lola Russell.
 
I love the month of May. In May the skies seem bluer, the clouds fluffier, and the air smells sweeter. When I was a child, May was the first time for crawfishing. As soon as we got home from school and ate supper, we grabbed our poles and headed for the crawfish holes. And mayhaws ripen in May. Mother would have us go with her to find a tree in the woods and we enjoyed gathering the berries for her to make my favorite kind of jelly.

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