This morning my bud went out and got flowers and some patterned paper.

“Aww for me?  You shouldn’t have.”  I said.  No really you shouldn’t have.  I’d rather have cocoa, I thought.

“It’s not for you” said my bud.

As I tried to grasp the concept of gifts that weren’t for me, my bud started to explain the May Day Basket tradition.

Apparently it’s something my bud grew up with.  They would hang paper cones of flowers on their neighbours’ door.  It is, as my bud explains, a chance to give gifts anonymously without the expectation of reciprocation.

That’s a terrible idea.  If I’m going to be a giving bear, I expect it to be known so I can reap the benefits.

Still, Nicholas was intent on building some baskets for our neighbours so that’s what we did.  He cut out paper into cones.

I stuck Peep in one of them.

“Are you trying to give your bunny away?”  Nicholas asked.

“I thought I’d just hang him on our door” I answered.

“Get Peep out of the basket” was all I got in response.  We went over to admire the flowers instead.

And then the cones were made.

And it was time to deliver them to the neighbours.

I can’t believe all this effort and we don’t get any credit for it.  Not sure how I feel about May Day, but Happy May Day I guess!