Your My View about May Day baskets was very, very good. I wish the practice would be revived.
When we moved here from Phoenix and were strangers, I was amazed and delighted to find a beautiful bedraggled May Day basket on my door knob come May first. No one in sight.
This was such a welcome to Payson. I knew it came from the little preschool girl across the street, Shea Hatch.
It was the most beautiful floral arrangement and container I have ever seen. The paper basket was woven from strips of various-colored paper, all punched and glued and stapled with no reason nor rhyme. The flowers were precious, native wild daisies, wilted and broken-stemmed by a child's fingers.
This was a welcome to Payson and was the beginning of a friendship. The little girl is now a teenager and no longer gathers the wild daisies, but our friendship was cemented with her first May basket. We are bonded.
The May basket wilted years ago, but the memory remains fresh and treasured in my keepsakes.
I know the child's action came from her mother, who must have remembered her own childhood practice of May first. Oh, that the young mothers of today would up and revive the practice!