When I was little, May Day was a simple event. We made paper cone baskets filled with flowers (violets and lilies of the valley, mostly) which we hung on people’s doors, rang the bell and ran. Sometimes we included candy in the baskets. A sweet tradition from Northern Europe, I think.
May Day has taken on a political meaning. I like that it is a day of rebirth I think the politics are appropriate. It is hopeful. I am forever hopeful.