When I was little, May Day was the day I gathered various wild flowers or dandelions into a little basket and left them on my grandmother’s porch early in the morning.  She always acted dutifully surprised and wondered who could possibly have left them.  Much later I learned about Morris Dancers and maypoles and International Workers’ Day.  But for me, May Day is still about flowers.  So here, for your virtual enjoyment, are some flowers and a song I wrote some years ago about leaving (or not leaving) flowers on someone’s doorstep.