I had a happy, happy childhood growing up in the mountains of Southwest Virginia, where I had the great fortune of living in a world that felt very simple. We walked to school; we sledded down Macklemore Hill; we played Kick the Can and Annie Over until it got too dark to see.
And every year on May 1st, my best friend and across-the-street neighbor, Suzann, and I would make little bouquets of flowers for our neighbors. We’d ring their doorbells, then hide just out of view when they opened the door to find the sweet blossom bundles waiting for them.
It’s a nice way to welcome Spring, don’t you think?
Happy May Day, from Suzann and me, to you!
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That was my bouquet!
My Mom used to point out how she loved our neighbors’ flowers. One day, at five or six years old, I picked those flowers for her.
It only took fifty years to understand her reaction.
You guys are always so fun and creative and thoughtful! Happy May Day!!
this day 61 years ago my sweet parents were wed…a beautiful Happy May Day indeed!
Simple times, simple Joy.