Happy May Day with a Repost

Tomorrow is May Day, a favorite day of mine. I had hoped to surprise my friends with May baskets like I used to do when the boys were small. Well, the best laid plans of mice and men...or something like that. So I will repost from May Day 2010 in hopes new readers might enjoy a verbal May basket tonight!

 

 

Friday, April 30, 2010

Do You Remember May Baskets?

Today I bought some Gerber Daisies for the May Baskets for my friends. Well, it will probably be just a flower this year instead of a real basket of anything, but the thought will be same. The clerk admired these lovely daisies, and when I told her what they were for, she tossed me a blank look. A woman sporting a wrinkle or two and with teenagers at home, she had never heard of the May Basket tradition. I think it is sad that this lovely toast to spring is fading away.

When I was a child, everyone made a May Basket or two. Our class made some at school for decorating bulletin boards. At home, I spent several evenings each spring making them at the kitchen table for my little pals and older neighbors. Sometime in April Mom would drop by the lumber yard where she picked up old wallpaper books that had been saved for us. You had to get your name in early as many families asked for one or two of the huge books with wallpaper samples. Once the books were home, I tore out my favorite pages choosing colors and patterns carefully. I rolled the pages into cones or mitered corners on squares and stapled on a paper handle.


My paternal grandmother lived about a block away and had a large yard with lilacs and spirea that she let me cut for my May baskets. The branches of fragrant flowers were worked in around candies, gum, and a cookie or two Mom had made. Then about dusk she drove me around to my friends’ houses, parking discreetly a half a block away. I snuck up to each porch, hung a paper basket on the door knob, and gave a quick knock while shouting, “May Basket!”. Then I raced so fast back to the car I thought my chest would burst as we tried, successfully once in a while, to make a get clean get away, leaving the recipient to puzzle out who left the basket. What fun! What a simple and harmless tradition, one infectious with nothing but pure joy.


The clerk today at the gardening center was excited when I left. She said she was going to tell her young teen daughter about this tradition and try to interest her in doing May Baskets. I am not sure such a humble event can compete with texting and such, but I hope the girl gives it a try.

Oven Problems and the Little Chill

 

It is cold today! There are frost warnings out for tonight! A matter of hours ago, it was 80 degrees here, then tornadoes, then rain, and now frost warnings? So this dark day has felt like a throwback to winter again. Add to that my oven has been throwing fits for months. It is not that old, but is just being wild about when it wants to heat. Two new thermostats later, DH decided yesterday to dig deeper. All day long that oven laughed at him and refused to NOT not work so he could not tell what was going on.

 

 

 

This morning I turned it on; it worked again. So I hustled like crazy to bake and freeze while I could. It was gluten free blueberry muffins, sugar free brownies, bacon ahead (I do bacon in the oven), and a double batch of mac and cheese made with cream (shame on me) and white cheddar from Ireland. Yum, good!

I also made a German potato salad and a lentil soup…yes, soup weather again. This is a favorite lentil soup recipe, but today I made it with some black lentils from The Hill in St. Louis and tossed in a little browned ground turkey. This will be supper.

This afternoon I decided to read, but was greatly disappointed in the Picoult novel. Picoult writes great stories, but this is an earlier one and lacks the pizazz she has developed over time. Titled Picture Perfect it is about a movie star who is abusive to his wife. It is too much like a soap opera for me. I am skimming, longing for a the end so I can move to something better.

While I am waiting for a good book, I am also waiting for that lovely sun to return. I am so grateful to have been spared from the tornadoes on Sunday. They were in my “backyard” so to speak. In Joplin, the skyline is still clean and desolate enough from the F5 in 2011 so that the Galena and Baxter Springs funnels could be seen. And then there is Quapaw, Oklahoma….not far away at all. And.. one touched north of Ft. Scott…a favorite haunt of ours only about 60 miles from here.

So in light of the big picture...a petulant oven, a dark and ugly day, frost in the forecast...well, it could be worse. I will practice gratitude along with prayers for the victims from Mother Nature's last tirade.

 

 

Sunday Morning

 

It is a salt and pepper day…that is it is one of light and dark. The early morning was warm and bright, perfect for starting the day with a tea pot! We watched the dark ease in like pudding on a child’s face, spreading over the sky. Eventually a few sprinkles forced us in a bit while we watch skies with a forecast of possible tornadoes today.

But those first few hours were perfect. Eventually we toted out breakfast pushing tea stuff aside to make room for two Blue Willow platters. I had one, but we found another at an estate sale for $2.50 yesterday morning. This year, these huge, round platters will acts as plates. We can load up the meal inside and carry one each out to the deck without hauling out many bowls. It will work, don’t you think?

First lettuce and baby kale of the season cut this morning from a “pot garden” will make lunch.

 

 

Check out Marilyn Warner's blog at:http://warnerwriting.wordpress.com/2014/04/26/deliver-your-messagein-just-a-few-words/#comment-7495

 

Marilyn writes about writing, her mother, and life in general. Today she shared a lovely quote her mother wrote. "SMILING ISN’T ENOUGH…BUT IT’S A GOOD START". 

 

Now isn't that a lovely thought for a Sunday pondering...such good advice to live by.

More Spring Splendor

It is hard not to continue the celebration of spring color and fragrance. Today was another beautiful day, although the future forecast is for a weekend of possible tornadic storms and the potential of snow by Wednesday. SNOW?!?!?!

My Tai Chi and Tea group meets at the local Episcopal Church basement. The church also has a lovely labyrinth and flower garden. A perfect vegetable garden rests behind the flower area, and it is as perfectly groomed as an English hedge. Before coming home yesterday, a few of us wandered about the gardens.

 

The blue anemones were a favorite. Easter lilies were in abundance. Tulips still danced on tall stems while smiley faced pansies hugged the ground.

 

Between the church and the church’s Common Room is a small insert of beauty. There is a St. Francis area, a concrete bench for sitting in silence, dog wood trees, a bit of winding sidewalk, and splendor of flowers for the season. I have always wanted to sit there a moment, and yesterday I did while friends continued to meander about. I might borrow that lovely silent place from the Episcopalians again someday!

 

 

The Glorious Season

 

 

 

This First Week of Easter is loaded with spring blooms, and I rejoice in the warm sunshine that abounds in the afternoon. Mornings here in prairie lands on the edge of the Ozarks have a mountain chill first thing, but afternoons can almost be called hot. Rain is coming again, but I just appreciate every moment of great weather I can absorb!

                                                                           Redbud

This morning Miss Biscuit and I went to the post office and saw that both the pink and white dogwoods were raging with beauty. The redbuds have been lovely for a couple of weeks and probably have reached their peak. But the dogwoods today were radiant!

Pink dogwood 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Then when we hit the town square, there was the farmer’s market lady all set up. Yeah, it was a good spring day. We toted home only a few things to perk up our treeless deck for the moment. And wonders, she had BLACK petunias! The picture does not do them justice. They look like velvet! Petunias will struggle in the heat of this deck so I only bought a smidgen of them…wanted to enjoy those black ones a while!

 

 

 

 

 

Easter Sunday

I think this has been the quietest Easter Sunday we have ever had here, and the quiet has been a balm.  I could be sad that there are no children racing about the yard, no eggs, no chocolate bunnies. Instead, I am just feeling grateful for the simplest things, the quiet being one of  them. The neighborhood was very quiet today as well so we enjoyed bacon and eggs on the deck. The sun was bright, but the air was perfect temperature.

We sipped tea and snacked the rest of the day. No cooking! There were books to be read. Balls to be thrown for the dog. There were worries to mull over but only slightly as we let them drift away like tiny puffs of smoke...at least for a little while. There were lilacs to admire and a few to be brought in for fragrance in the house.

DH's sister and brother-in-law from Montana came to the Midwest this week to visit the parents in assisted living. They do well for 95 and 98, but those years carry built in flaws for daily living. My sister-in-law brought me flowers when they came for dinner. Such brilliant shades, electrifying colors! The painting above is one my mother-in-law did herself in earlier years and now hangs over her bed. The painting is peaceful...bright flowers and tea time....a couple of life's bounty items.

The daily dramas of winter still linger in corners here. Issues and troubles...but still we all hope the spring and Easter will usher in a turn to bright and happy times ahead.

 I hope your own Easter day has been peaceful and calm.

Winds Blowing in Changes Again

Thursday was a disaster day! Friday morning picked up where Thursday left off. The ordered windows had arrived and DH had the storms off ready to go. When he went to pick up the new windows, they were WRONG. So they were reordered, and our first spring project was postponed yet again. Now it is over 80 degrees today and if I want air, I have to take flies in the house to get it!!!

Trying to turn the tide, we got up this morning with a list of minor things to do. We started running by taking taxes to post office, then some garage sales hunting specific things for my sister. Found a wee bit only. Thing about garage sales is you jump in and out of the car so  many times for nothing. Then we did a few other errands along the way. We came home and unloaded and drove to Joplin for a research mission.

We can already tell that the loss of that Mighty Maple last fall is going to really hurt this year. I put out the usual in the tree spot, but they all look lonely. It is going to be majorly hot in direct western sun on the deck. Already we sweat in the afternoon. So went to gather ideas on how and what to plant. We also researched oversized umbrellas to help shade plants and people this year.

We made several stops including a fast run into a flea market where a friend saw a whole load of Blue Willow added to a booth. Oh, it was pretty stuff! I would not have had the courage to buy so much, but DH has become a real Blue Willow fan. He pushed to bring too much home. I limited myself to two pieces that were delightful prices! He added the pitcher because he really liked it, although it is not a piece I will use much I don’t think. But then, who knows!

Normally we stick to Willow made in Japan or Occupied Japan. The blue is so rich on those pieces. This Blue Willow is Swinnertons made in Stratsfordshire England. Originally it was made beginning in 1906 and then off and on during the World Wars. Around 1950 the pottery was absorbed by Royal Daulton, another great mark. Not sure where these pieces will rest in the end, but the covered butter dish will be very handy for butter, pickles, olives or anything toted to the deck for lunches during fly seasons.

This piece of pottery belonged to my mother-in-law’s mother originally. It was in my mother-in-law’s bedroom for as long as I can remember. None of the girls wanted it; she took it to the assisted living, but decided it took up too much room. She sent it home with me a few weeks ago and while nice, looks nothing like me. It does have a crack. I decided to make it useful for a while and put in some starts of my Cousin Sel plant!

We have a new guest this week too. Mrs. Robin built her nest quickly in our deck post. We don’t bother her a bit. She never moved when dog runs below, I fill the bird baths, or we come and go in general. Welcome, dear Bird Mother.

While it is a warm spring day, the weatherman says rain tomorrow, maybe severe storms, and then followed by 29 degrees cold!!! Oh I moan with this news!!! But….I am glad for flowers and warmth and robins and tea on deck for today!