Remember when May Day meant taking little bouquets of flowers and/or goodies to your neighbors to celebrate the beginning of spring?
When I was a girl we had great fun taking posies to our friends, ringing the doorbell and then running away. Such fun to hide and watch as the surprise was found.
I don’t know if people even do May Day anymore.
Yesterday was a May Day of a different sort.
No posies to be found.
Instead, we had wet, sloppy snow – and lots of it.
Tree limbs cracked.
Shrubs bent nearly to the ground under the weight.
And gutters ran full of water.
In the pasture, the pond is at risk of flooding.
Only two short weeks ago it was bone dry. And now, it’s full to the brim.
That Mother Nature – what a trickster !