Happy May 1st!
As a child growing up in a typical city neighborhood, we looked forward to May Day. We’d get up early and make our baskets out of construction paper and yarn; some years, the baskets were plain notebook paper with brightly colored designs. Next, we would gather whatever flowers we could find, after stern instructions from Mother to not pick the neighbor’s roses. Too bad, because they would have been perfect for our little handmade paper baskets, so we thought.
After loading our little baskets with weeds, daffodils, pussy willow, and the ant-covered blooms from the snowball bushes, we’d tiptoe to the neighbors’s doors, ring the bell, squeal, and run! What innocent fun. We had no idea that May Day celebrations actually have a pagan history, we just wanted to brighten our little corner of the world with a surprise bouquet. Of course, I don’t see how it could have been a surprise, with a horde of little children running up and down the block in search of enough flowers to fill our little baskets.