Happy May Day

When I was young, my mother would celebrate May Day by sitting with my brothers and I and crafting coned baskets out of construction paper and filling them with cut flowers. We'd decorate these baskets with special messages and pictures. Once we finished putting them together we'd canvas the neighborhood, hanging baskets on the doors of our neighbors, ringing their doorbells, and then darting behind the nearest boulder or idle car to watch as the door was opened, the flowers found, and our neighbors looked about for the silly people that disturbed them. It was bizarrely charming.

I wish I had some construction paper.