Dawn reminded me. With my older children, we spent several successive May Days delivering a basket of flowers and a poem to friends and neighbors. Unfortunately, these traditions tend to fall into the black hole of Tired, Old Mom-hood if I’m not careful. I haven’t been careful, and I’m not sure my younger four urchins remember delivering flowers for May Day.

So, tomorrow we’ll make a simple door hanger out of construction paper or a paper cup as Dawn suggests, and we’ll gather some wildflowers, tuck in a poem, and give a gift of May Day allergens floral offerings to some of our favorite people.

I’ll let you know how it goes.