For me, May’s moon is always connected with growing up near
one of the world’s largest sporting events, the Indianapolis 500. I can remember
cool May afternoons during the 1970’s when the sound of qualifications wafted
on the spring air, over the roofs of suburban tract houses, and into my small
backyard. That sound had a kind of high-octane sex to it, an excitement that
didn’t make sense to my pre-pubescent brain but would eventually manifest
itself in wayward fantasies about the bacchanalia of 16th Street the
night before the race. The Indy 500, complete with a festal procession, drinking
feast, and drama within the 2.5 mile oval of Dionysus!
And that brings us back to flowers. I mean, after all, whether
you’re talking about boys and girls or flowers and bees, it’s all really about
sex. The Full Flower Moon is a symbol of the fertility of the land, the farm,
the flock, and the farmer. Next time you find yourself out on a May night with
the scent of Mock Orange or Leather Leaf Verbena teasing your nose, think of
the loves of your life and wild oats sewn in the fields of your youth, and give
a smile to the Full Flower Moon.
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