Sunset is a good time to recall memories...
May Day has not always meant impending danger... My mother would relate each May 1st of growing up in Avon, South Dakota of the May Basket mysteriously appearing on the front step. These baskets were small and usually filled with flowers or treats and left at the doorstep. The basket giver would ring the bell and run away. The person receiving the basket would try to catch the fleeing giver. Mom would tell of one little boy that "caught" her and she always chuckled when she would tell of him saying, "Now you are my girl "Reta". (Mom's real name was Voreta)
Thanks Mom for telling us stories.
