May Day magic

For this one day of the year, I could draw you a flower map of my town.

Soft green ferns are unfurling as I walk the lanes with my basket, the hedgerows damp and frothing with hawthorn— the May tree. There is sweetness on the breeze and blackbirds fly over the cow parsley lanes. In the last hours of April, I am gathering blooms to welcome May.

When I first I picked flowers for May Day Posies, my youngest was just weeks shy …