And buds and garlands gay,
For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother,
I'm to be Queen o' the May.'
- Alfred Lord Tennyson
Ever since I was 10 I have loved the phrase May Day. My sister was a Maypole dancer that year and I can still remember sitting on warm tarmac, watching them in wonder. Old fashioned costumes, ribbons, mystery routines to make the patterns on the pole and how eventually they would unravel the whole thing again without ending up in a big knot!
It brings back memories of blossom, dressing up and playing out, hankering after being the May Queen, which never happened obviously!), the smell of the playing fields being mowed, building mazes with the dried out piles of grass and riding around on our bikes, side saddle pretending we were witches on broomsticks (we all read The Worst Witch that summer!)
It has the same effect on me that New Years has, this sense that something has ended and a new promising beginning is on its way (ie Summer, Summer, Summer!).
I am like a child over Summer (note I always capitalize it, it is that important, tee hee!) I yearn for warmth, freckles,
bbqs with friends, strawberries
cold, cold white wine,
and long evenings made for talking!
Bring it on