Happy May Day . . .

a day late . . .

When I was a little girl, I would weave small baskets out of colored construction paper on May Day, then fill them with violets and periwinkle and hang them on my neighbor's doorknobs. I was planning on doing that this year for a few of my favorite people, but work and construction got in the way . . .

So you get a picture of our cherry trees. Years ago, the village of Greenport planted tons of cherry trees all over the village. We're lucky enough to live on a street that has them lining both sides of the road. I smile every time I walk or drive down the street and see them. I have a rug in mind for this scene -- an impressionistic landscape of sorts . . . Soon it will be "Pink Snow" time -- when the wind sends the petals swirling through the air. . .