HERE’S AN EXTRA BLOG entry for your reading pleasure:
The first day of May is upon us. For the younger set, you’ve probably never thought of it as any kind of a special day. But for me, May Day brings back some wonderful memories.
Every year, the day before, my mother would take cuttings from our garden–my dad had a terrific garden and he had the “greenest” of thumbs, producing a prolific floral display for anyone driving by to see–and by morning, we would have baskets filled with flowers to deliver to our neighbors. The object was to deliver them with great stealth. We loved that. Deposit the basket on the porch, ring the doorbell and dash.
It didn’t stop there. Once done, we’d get ourselves to our various schools and I always had a May Day Maypole celebration waiting for me at mine. A certain percentage participated, but most of us students were merely observers. Then there was a special picnic-style lunch in the tree studded yard (it was a great school). I loved the experience: watching the colorful strips of fabric woven as the participants themselves weaved in and out, around the Maypole until the entire pole was beautifully decorated. It was fun. Memorable.
When we moved to southern California, I discovered they didn’t celebrate May Day in any way…and even though I was a brand new freshman in high school, I was still very sad, having lost this lovely tradition. My mom did have us deliver flowers to a few of the neighbors that year, but after that, sadly, it became just another day. As the years went by, I continued to mourn the loss of my special day, though it did lessened. But never completely disappearing. Always remembering.
Even now, I still think about it. I know it’s considered a pagan holiday, and as a Christian, I shouldn’t mourn the loss. But it is also a celebration of the coming of spring. My dad used to call me his ‘nature girl’–to say I love nature (even as a kid) is an understatement. Spring brings forth grass growing rampant, flowers beginning to pop up, blanketing everything…I have always loved seeing things coming to life, life bursting forth, promising renewal. It’s the miracle of life.
Happy May Day, everyone. May you find it filled with new beginnings.