When I was a child, I loved May Day.  My grandmother would always come to our house and knock on the door then she would go and hide somewhere in the yard.  My sister and I would then have to go find her and we'd get a basket of homemade goodies.  She would take a milk carton and cut it about half way down...she made a handle from the left over carton and decorated each one with rows of crepe paper.  Always pretty...and always filled with yummy cookies and homemade candies.  It's a special childhood memory that my kids won't have....no one I know does anything for May Day anymore.  I have often thought about making a basket and bringing it to my grandmother but every year for one reason or another I haven't done it.  I wonder how many more chances I'll get. She'll be 83 this summer.  Maybe I don't need a special reason to bring my grandmother a basket of goodies....it makes me tired just thinking about it right now though.