I remember May Basket Day when I was a small child. My memories are mixed!
The idea was to deliver a May Basket to some one's house and then run away as fast as you can. I can't remember why we were to run - and why my mother picked the house's I was to leave this little tidbits of goodwill.And sometimes it rained, making the whole experience less than optimal.
But I did know the day somehow was special. We had survived winter, which on the prairie was no small feat, given the amount of snow and the wind that drove the snow into huge drifts. It was springtime and everything was celebrating.
We still have peonies from my grandfather's garden. they huge dark reddish blooms were like magic. I have no idea how long these peonies had grown in his garden. But the red spears of leaves that emerge in the spring must be over a hundred years old.
Petty awesome when you think about it!
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