Today’s the first of May and as my husband and I took our morning walk, we reminisced about making May baskets when we were children. Usually these were made of woven strips of paper or paper cones with string handles. We’d fill them with flowers and sometimes little candies and then take them to the front porches of our friends and neighbors and, after knocking on the door or ringing the door bell, run away as fast as we could so they so they wouldn’t see who’d left it.
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