I had to do something. Something! I decided that sharing the pansy love was just the thing.
A plant in a pot, a message on a garden tag,
And I had something to give!
Which was very necessary, being that something along these lines had been mysteriously delivered to our door:
Right. Fresh, homemade donuts! It seems that a handful of neighborhood kids had secretly gathered at the kitchen next door, rolled up their sleeves, and gotten to work.
Six baskets were decorated and filled, then a gaggle of giggly kids went running around the neighborhood with them, ringing doorbells and hiding, with breaths held.
All but the littlest kid, that is. He decided that he wouldn't take part in the delivering, thank-you-very-much, because he'd found out what the consequences would be if you were caught leaving your May Day delivery on a doorstep - kisses! The horrors of that thought, and the knowledge that he was the littlest in the bunch, and therefore the slowest, well, it made delivering a risk he simply couldn't take.
He watched from a safe distance across the street.
(Thanks, Maureen, for introducing the boys to May Day!)
