I missed May Day.

A minor holiday I sincerely love.

But I was out of town and also a bit out of my mind, and so it came and went without a thought.

When I was a girl, the family across the street had a very tall flag pole and every May Day we would tie our ribbons to a big ring, and hoist it to the top and then walk around the flag pole weaving our May pole. For whatever reason, I loved this simple celebration.

So for something old...here is an old picture of me walking around our neighborhood May pole, circa 1986. (I'm on the right side of the photo, just about to weave "under." Happy May Day.