This Is 40. It's Time To Stop And Smell The Roses.
Yesterday was the 1st of May or the day some of the world sets aside to celebrate spring. When I was a kid my mom, and I would make a May Day basket every year. May Day baskets have fallen out of popularity since the get-off-my-lawn privacy has infiltrated our lives. However, at one time May Day baskets were a sweet little way to celebrate life.
When I was a kid, my mom and I would pull out the construction paper and make a cone shaped vase. We would then go out to her garden and pick a bunch of perfect flowers. After hopping into the old blue pick-up truck, we would tip toe over to our neighbor's house. I'd jump out of the truck and sneak up slowly to Carol's door, set the flowers on her step, knock and run!
Carol never opened the door or peeked to see who was there. I always thought she didn't know who left the flowers and I was proud that I was so speedy with my delivery. Years later, Carol told my mom, every year she watched me deliver the flowers but wanted me to have a moment of thrill. She wanted me to enjoy the moment.
Years later, I sent Carol a bouquet of flowers on May Day. This time she was surprised that I had remembered our May Day shenanigans. It's funny how things we create today can have an impact on the present and future. Little moments, we stop to enjoy, can forever change who we are and the connections we make.
Until tomorrow Rosebud.