In honor of May Day, the festival of Flora, leaving flowers on the doorstep. My mother talks about having made May baskets in childhood back in Spring Valley, Wisconsin, but I don't remember ever doing so.
I do remember that when Amish Friendship Bread was all the rage, and my whole life was being dictated by it, I thought about leaving the bowl of irrepressible batter on some poor unsuspecting person's doorstep, and running away—as people in stories did babies.
image: L'affresco della Primavera di Stabiae, una delle pitture più famose dell'epoca romana. Rinvenuta a Stabia, si trova oggi al Museo Archeologico Nazionale di Napoli, Mentnafunangann
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