When I was a kid this was such a big thing, and the festivities were endless, or so it seemed!
There was just something magical about the day that made it very much anticipated. It wasn't because we were wiccan children either, or even knew what that meant back then. We were just ordinary children and May Day was our Rite of Spring!
The sun was high and warm, the breeze was cool and refreshing, and sweet scents drifted past with wispy clouds. There was something in the air, something that you couldn't touch, but you could definitely feel. It was soothing yet electric at the same time, unexplainable yet contagious, and fun...most of all it was fun.
We all converged on the fairgrounds, usually closed until Memorial Day weekend, but open especially for this day. The best part was, if May Day fell on a weekend, then the fairgrounds were open for the entire weekend. The rides and vendors were all open, the fairgrounds lanes lined with tulips and daffodils, among other colorful flora and shrubbery. Chipmunks darted through the greenery while various song birds added their voices to the festivities.
And in the center of the fairgrounds, stood the May Pole. Enormous to me as a child, it was easily 30 feet tall, probably taller to hold all of the ties. Decorated with long colorful ropes, we danced around the Maypole with carefree hearts, laughing and weaving in and out, until the pole was finally wrapped. Then we stood back and looked at the art that our joyful dance had created, all in innocent wonder!
I have wonderful memories of May Day as a child, even not knowing it's history back then. I'm so glad that acceptance allows the rites of spring to continue for new generations, And that places like the Renaissance Faire have May Poles for children of different faiths to experience.
I hope that all of you have an enjoyable and memorable May Day, and if you've never experienced it, Find a Mayfair and dance around a May Pole! You'll be glad you did!