...despite it's history of unrest and upheaval I prefer to think of May Day as the official start of Spring.
Years ago, before we moved to this house, the neighborhood girls would make May Day baskets, by hand, and deliver them to our front door. There would be a knock at the door and when answered you could see the smiling eyes and hear the muffled giggles as the little ones waited in a secret hiding place for you to find the basket. They were always made of construction paper and filled with flowers from our yard...cherry blossoms, tulips, and an occasional dandelion.
I miss those sweet days of little girls with their sweet gifts of Spring. (I do wonder, now that my daughter has her own yard, if she find dandelions so cute!)
Happy May Day y'all.