May Day

May Day

Yes, I know, May Day was yesterday, but it was also yesterday that I learned about a sweet tradition that used to accompany it. Neighbors would pick wild flowers and leave them (sometimes in decorated baskets) on their neighbor’s front porch. In some places the tradition was to shout “May basket,” then run away before the recipient saw you.

This flower exchange is akin to dancing around the Maypole or crowning a May king and queen, ancient practices that celebrate the arrival of spring. Very Thomas Hardy, if you ask me: quaffing mead and cavorting on the square of some remote Wessex village.

But not that remote, after all: a tradition enjoyed by a friend of mine, which is how I learned about it in the best and most traditional way of all, face-to-face conversation.

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