May Day is a day that I remember celebrating in early elementary school by making a basket filled with paper flowers to give to my mother.  I can recall giving it to her out in our backyard while standing next to the flowering lilac bush.  In the memory, the lilacs are filling the air with their sweet smell, and purple petals are raining down on us as we twirl in frothy white dresses amidst a sea of silky grass and the last of the tulips…. but I think in the 30 years that have passed since the event, May Day and mother’s day got rolled into one, along with a little bit of a dream on the side.  At any rate, the first day of May is a time to celebrate, give of ourselves and take deep breaths of air laced with the sweet scent of spring blossoming.

In Irish mythology, May Day…

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