Always a favorite day of mine. As a young girl, my mother helped me plant small paper cups, filled with fresh potting soil, with pansies that she and I would deliver to the “little old ladies” who lived in my small town neighborhood.
I always wanted to pass this little tradition along to my own daughter, but this remained mostly a wish, not a reality. Living and working in a big city in the 1990’s, with two young children, meant there were many conflicting commitments at this time of the year. End of school parties, end of season sports celebrations, dancing school, horseback riding and the sheer excitement brought on by spring fever. Plus, for me May 1 always arrives much faster than any other day of my year. It’s as if April doesn’t even exist!
Today, as I reflect on my memory of this sweet little tradition, I see my Mother’s young, pretty face, and her ever-present smile. Dressed in a sleeveless shirt-waist dress, my image of her is sheer perfection. Little did I know then, that May Day would become even more meaningful for me as a Mother like her. You see, it is my own daughter’s birthday today. Always here before I know it and always extraordinarily special to me as I think back to another image of sheer perfection. The one of her twenty-four years ago today, and pretty much every day since then. I love you Henrietta. Happy Birthday and Happy Spring! May your summer garden begin today.