The word of the day for May 1, 2007 is “maying” — noun. : the celebrating of May Day.
Happy May Day, and Goddess Bless to those who celebrate Ostara. One May Day morning, when I was twelve or so, I got up early and picked flowers for my parents. I had made a cone-shaped basket the day before from purple construction paper—stapled and taped to a fare-thee-well. I very carefully wrapped the flower stems in wet paper towel to keep them fresh. I also wrapped them in waxed paper so the water wouldn’t ruin the basket. Very proud of the result, I hung the basket on my parents’ bedroom door and went back to bed. I didn’t realize that my wax paper shield would not keep the water from drip-drip-dripping all over the hallway floor.
This is also Labor Day for most communist countries in honor of the Soviet Revolution—and some other countries who thought that the advent of Spring was a good time to celebrate Labor. The communists used to celebrate with big military parades. I suppose that’s still true. People hate to give up a good parade. Here in Wichita, we have a parade on the first Friday of May to open our River Festival Week. We also have parades for St. Patrick’s Day, Independence Day, Labor Day (which is the first Monday of September in the United States) and Thanksgiving Day, sometimes followed by a Christmas Parade. This does not include long distance races, walks for [cause of your choice] or Shriners’ Parades, which seem to erupt spontaneously.
The quote for today is from Robert Herrick (1591–1674), British poet. "Corinna’s Going a-Maying" (l. 62–67):
Many a kiss, both odd and even;
Many a glance, too, has been sent
From out the eye, love’s firmament;
Many a jest told of the keys betraying
This night, and locks picked; yet we’re not a-Maying!
;^) Jan
1 comment:
A delightful entry Jan and I enjoyed the poem too. I hope yor parents appreciated your efforts...did they slip in the wet? I wonder? Jeanie
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