May Day - a celebration of Spring
In medieval times, May Day was a day of celebrating Spring.
Maypoles of Birch or Larch were erected and participants danced around the pole singing, weaving colourful ribbons around the pole.
In my hometown in SoCal, we carried on this old, old tradition. The children in my little mountain community school did this every spring. We had the Maypole dance with the colorful ribbons. Girls and boys alike wore flower wreaths upon their heads and danced and sang songs as they wove the ribbons around the Maypole. We spent weeks making little baskets, woven from colorful materials and then filled them with lovely flowers (which we grew Pansies in our classroom). We added some "sweeties", usually sugar cookies, to our baskets on May Day the morning of the celebration. Each of us were to give the baskets we made to someone who needed cheering up and shown appreciation...tokens of love. Our teachers suggested shut-aways or old people who lived alone. Usually, like most children would I suspect, I gave mine to my mother or my Grannie, but one year I recall that I gave mine to an old woman who lived alone and kept goats. Everyone in the community just called her "The Goat Woman". She was so thrilled with my little token of love that she wept rivers of tears. Makes me cry just recalling it.
It was a lovely tradition, one worth continuing in our communities..
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I looked out my window just now and saw two hummingbirds dart over under the rose arbor where I hung the syrup feeders a few days ago. The wild birds are singing and chirping and the breeze is busy in the new leaves on the trees. Fluffy white clouds are gathering - there may be rain later. The air is cool, but pleasant.
It is a lovely day for May Day.
Those old traditions are but fleeting memories.
Happy May Day!