May Day ~ Just that term brings back some great memories. Seems that for many years as a little girl, I would make the little may baskets out of construction paper. They were either rolled colorful cones, taped or stapled together, or actual woven baskets made of springtimey strips of construction paper with little handles. I would fill whichever variety that was made that particular year with any spring flowers that I could find, (and I'm quite sure that a few pretty weeds made it into the mix), walk over to Grandma's house, quietly leave the basket on the doorstep, ring the doorbell and run like crazy to hide. Grandma and Grandpa lived in a big brick house with a turret shaped column off the living room. There was an entire wall of lilac bushes that ran the length of the house on one side, which made the perfect hiding spot for little girls. I'd wait all of about 30 seconds for Grandma to gather up her basket before making my appearance. I, of course, wanted her to know that they came from me ~ and there was usually cookies or a piece of Grandpa's off limits, sugar-free candy as a reward. Those were the days, my friend!
May you all be blessed with May Baskets...
4 comments:
Happy May Day to you too! My grandmother always had a new basket of fuschias on her porch every spring..I always think of her when I see them..thanks for the lovely reminder! Happy Spring!
Happy May Day! I think you might find your own kind of "basket" waiting for you on your doorstep. :D
Can't wait for Friday--when I'm sure to be humiliated by my lack of spelling abilities! :D
We used to bring May day baskets to Smitty too.
The little old lady that lived next door to Grandma.
Happy May Day everyone!
What a sweet memory :)
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