It is May already! When I was much younger the big thing about May was dancing around a May Pole.  It seems that was a really big deal celebrating spring in medieval times.  I am not medieval. It just seems so when my aching bones creak.

The local garden club had their version of May Day.  They made little pots of flowers and took them as a gifts for the older folks in the nursing home.  They had more or less gotten older themselves and the membership dropped so low that they had to disband.  That was sad but as the old newsreels used to say “time marches on”.
However, I am happy to say that the remaining women didn’t lose their May Day spirit.  This year a group of them got together, club or no club, made their little flower pots and delivered them to the nursing home. I say Bravo to those fine ladies.

If you know one of those loyal garden clubbers, you should give them a pat on the back. That effort was beyond the call of duty.  It carried the happy May traditions on for another year.

On May 1st I had a conversation with a person who grew up in one of those socialist countries before she saw the light and came to the USA.  She told me that May Day in those counties was about workers parades and other things like that.

I had a chance to look at some pictures of May Day celebrations (?) around the world.  There were some parades of workers and lots of protest parades. Some of those protest parades were here in the USA. Not a May Pole or a group of ladies giving flowers to nursing home folks was in any of the images.

Part of the conversation we had was about how socialism and/ or communism, while it looks good on paper, really didn’t work all that well. Some might even say that our system right now doesn’t work all that well.

There are some highfaluting folks that are upset because we didn’t elect “their darling” president.  They seem to have forgotten that those of us who live in the center of the country have a say in this electing and running business also.

Oh well, I say let them fly to Cannes for their festivals and have a good time dancing and prancing about how wonderful they are.  It is their privilege. We fought for that privilege.

I do watch television. Actually some of it, though hard to find, is good.  However, I don’t watch the award shows where they party a lot, pat themselves on the back, and way too often speak about how they don’t like who the electoral system elected.

For me, giving flowers to nursing home patients and that kind of kindness to our fellow citizens is a far better way to live than partying and complaining about the rest of us voting for our guy. It is called a republic.