All the things we love about May: that unmistakable shift when it finally sinks in that the days are longer, the air is warmer, and time with friends stretches into the evening without anyone eyeing the door or huddling around a heat lamp. Suddenly, dinner becomes an event, not a sprint and conversations flow as easily as the wine (sometimes martinis) – no chattering teeth or brisk exits required.
This May, I’m packing my bags (with some very questionable folding technique, let’s be honest) and heading off to England for our retreat. It’s our second time hosting at the ever-dreamy Thyme England, and while I should be cool and composed by now, the truth is I still get giddy. Giddy in the “thanking-my-lucky-stars-I-get-to-do-this” kind of way. There’s something really grounding about not becoming jaded, especially in a world that loves to speed things up and gloss them over.
May has always felt like the unofficial start to summer for me. The in-between season where everything softens: the light, the mood, the pace. Kicking it off with a little jaunt across the pond feels like exactly the right way to welcome in those slower, golden months.
Here’s to longer evenings, full suitcases, jet lag (but make it chic), and fresh starts.
