May Day was celebrated by some early European settlers of the American continent. In some parts of the United States, May Baskets are made. These are small baskets usually filled with flowers or treats and left at someone’s doorstep. The giver rings the bell and runs away. The person receiving the basket tries to catch the fleeing giver. If they catch the person, a kiss is exchanged. I guess I was too fast because I never got caught. Maybe I should start leaving baskets again- I run slower now!
There are many traditions around this time, for me it is the entrance into the planting season and the day to celebrate all the blooming flowers around me. Any reason to put my mind and heart to singing, dancing, drinking white wine and generally making merry works for me. The following poem is author unknown.
Let us take our baskets early
To the meadows green,
While the wild-flowers still are pearly
With the dewdrops’ sheen.Fill them full of blossoms rosy,
Violets and gay
Cowslips, every pretty posy
Welcoming the May.Then our lovely loads we’ll carry
Down the village street,
On each door, with laughter merry,
Hang a basket sweet.
Hey-a-day-day! It is spring now,
Lazy folks, awake!
See the pretty things we bring now
For the May-day’s sake!