May Day is an old fashioned holiday that isn’t celebrated much. That doesn’t mean we can’t bring it back, though.
Whatever happened to Maypole dances? I did this once when I was five years old. I don’t remember much about kindergarten but I do remember holding onto a beautiful ribbon and going around the pole with the other children.
(illustration by Joan Walsh Anglung – one of my favorite illustrators)
My mother helped us make little May baskets which we filled with flowers from the garden. We hung them on neighbor’s doors, rang the bell, and ran away. Think what a sweet surprise that would be to open the door to a little bouquet.
Here’s aNPR post about this forgotten holiday.
I took a walk this morning and this is what I saw:
Busy Bees – I wonder what blueberry honey tastes like?
Rosebush gone wild:
Love the striped effect:
Aren’t pansies sweet?
I’m so glad the hibiscus bushes have stated to bloom:
This vase belonged to my father’s mother. He filled it with roses daily and placed it with the newspaper and a cup of coffee next to my mother in bed. True love!
What’s blooming in your neighborhood?