Now I am showing my age!
When I was little (from 5-11 years old), my mom and I would fill paper May baskets with spring flowers—violets, lily-of-the-valley, whatever was blooming—and hang them on the neighbors’ doors. Hallmark made baskets that you could punch out of a sheet and were easy to assemble. Every year we’d get a package of these designs at Woolworth’s in Wilmette or Chandler’s Stationery in Evanston (both also long gone). They generally had realistic images of wild roses, daisies and other flowers, each flower featured on a particular basket. The handles were also covered with related flower images:
Then we would wrap the stems of our bouquets in soaking-wet Kleenexes or paper towels and seal them with foil, to keep the water in, before placing them in the baskets.
The best part was (anonymously) distributing the baskets. I’d hang them on the doorknob of the Smith’s house or the Dormody’s house, ring the bell, and hide in the bushes to watch their faces when they came to the door.
Would that all our childish pranks were as heartwarming!
Happy May Day!