The older I get the more I am drawn to memories of Kansas in the spring and May Day.  As a child living in the country we had a neighbor, in her nineties, living alone without running water or indoor facilities who tended her garden and it brought such joy to me to wander freely in that yard in the spring.  There were tulips and irises, but my ultimate favorites were the huge lilac bushes that created a center of such beauty.  Oh, the memory of those gigantic blossoms that I would pull to my nose enjoying the sensation of liquid purple hitting my brain.  In school we made baskets of paper strips just the right size to hold lilac blossoms to hang on our neighbors door handle; a May Day gift.