May Daze Remembered

When I was a youngster, my mom was really in to
any reason to celebrate. She had a historical bent, so
she wanted me to do what she did on May Day.
She took me out to her flower garden and helped me
choose a brilliant multi-colored bouquet. She advised
me how to arrange it in a paper cone and sent me on
my way to the Plumbs, neighbors that she was currently
in like with.
Mrs. Plumb/Helen answered my knock with a broad
smile and welcomed me in. I handed her the flowers
and she invited me to stay for tea and biscuits.
What she really served were cookies, but she liked
to call them biscuits because they came from a tin
made in Britain.
Mrs. Plumb always talked about meanings and history
and she was fascinating. I could see why she and my
mother were friends.
Soon enough, Mr. Plumb/Herb rustled in the mud room
and entered the kitchen, smiling.
"Oh, you have a visitor!" he said, almost like he forgot
it was me. So, I said, "It's just me. I am here to wish
you both Happy May Day!"
"And Happy May Day to you, too, little lady."
My tomboy skin shivered at the notion that I was a
lady. However, I did come bearing flowers, so it may
have looked that way.
When it was time to go, Mrs. Plumb took me out to
her flower garden and helped me choose a bouquet
for my mother. She also helped slip them into a cone
and we said our good-byes and I headed home.
All I can think about as I recall this is I wish I had some
neighbors like the Plumbs.

Happy Bouquet  Day, Neighbor.

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