April seemed like a very long month, but now it's May.
When I was in grade school, we celebrated May Day by putting together small floral bouquets and delivering them "anonymously" to our grandmothers and aunts. My mom helped us (my brother and I) make paper cones lined with wax paper to hold the flowers. We attached handles to the cones so we could hang them over a door knob.
Before we went to school, my mom drove us to our relatives' houses. My brother and I would hop out of the car, run to the door to hang the flower cone, ring the doorbell, and then race back to the car. I'm pretty sure we envisioned our grandmas and aunts opening up their door and being so surprised to see no one on their doorstep. How puzzled they must have been as they wondered who could possibly have left them such beautiful spring flowers. : )
In reality, I'm sure my mom had called everyone the night before and reminded them that the next day was May Day -- wink, wink. Whether they knew or it was a pleasant surprise, our May Day flower tradition is one of my happy childhood memories.
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