Mayday

We had a Maypole at school and I remember being very excited by both Easter and Mayday. I loved making woven paper baskets and delivering flowers to neighbors. I think I was a little confused by the proximity of both festivities. But I distinctly remember preferring Mayday over Easter (alors!)—despite the siren call of Easter egg hunts, bunnies, and chocolate.

It was that bedecked Maypole that was mesmerizing. I remember holding the ribbon and watching how it wove around the pole. The penny dropped. The baskets we wove, and now the Maypole. Folk customs in the making.

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Lá Fhéile Bealtaine shona daoibh