In an incredible turn of events the Huntsville Falcons baseball team placed 4th in the regional tournament in Atlanta which gives them the privilege of attending the [1] Homeschool World Series.

With only 1 loss left in the tourney they won 2 in a row and blasted the competition in spite of the fact that not one person expected them to advance. Not even me.

Way to go Falcons!!

Speaking of baseball, I am a bit sore from watching the boys play the other night. Christopher was pitching in the cage when the ball went through the fence and pegged me in the thigh. I was pretty mad about the whole episode even though there wasn’t anyone to blame. Pain is like that. It’s a beautiful bruise though.

My friend got hit in the jaw by a foul ball the other day. Being a good Calvinist I thoroughly enjoy watching foul balls drop fractions of an inch from someone. Foul balls are hit often but hardly ever do any damage. Isn’t that amazing?

Oh and Many Happy Returns. Yesterday was Confederate Memorial Day and the kids here were out of school, white and black, who all seem to live perfectly content together in our tiny town and today is May Day and promises to be as beautifully glorious as a May day should. Poetry month is over but nevertheless I give you Swinburne which I very rarely do:

For winter’s rains and ruins are over,
And all the season of snows and sins;
The days dividing lover and lover,
The light that loses, the night that wins;
And time remembered is grief forgotten,
And frosts are slain and flowers begotten,
And in green underwood and cover
Blossom by blossom the spring begins.