Marissa Lingen (mrissa) wrote,
Marissa Lingen

May baskets

Now that I'm a grown-up, I really miss May baskets. My mom and I worked like crazy on them each year. Some people just threw some candy in a styrofoam cup, scribbled the name on it, and called it good, but we were never satisfied with that. We would make handmade paper boxes or weave paper in and out of the green plastic strawberry baskets or something, something new every year. And we picked the treats very carefully. "Don't give Jill any orange Starbursts, she doesn't like the orange ones," I'd say, or she'd say, "Didn't Jenny really like those cookies we had at Valentine's Day? Maybe an extra one in hers." No one ever had any trouble guessing which baskets were ours, but we didn't mind.

I've thought about doing them as an adult, but our friends don't live in a concentrated enough area, even though it's better than it was in the Bay Area. If I'm going to drive even 15-20 minutes to people's houses, much less 30-40, I don't want to ring the doorbell and run away! I want to see them and spend time with them! Also I'm not sure how many people would get it. If you found a little decorated basket with fruit and nuts and candy on your doorstep on May 1, would you know what it was? Did you do May baskets as a kid?

I also would have loved to pick fruit for Arbor Day, like we always did, and maybe plant a few things, but most flowers and veggies really shouldn't be planted in April in Minnesota, and we're not in the market for a tree at our own house -- in fact, I believe I casually pulled up two or three poplar seedlings on Arbor Day, now that I think of it. They keep popling. I'm going to have to take the weed bucket out as soon as it's nice and pull up dozens of would-be trees. Our yard is convinced that it's supposed to be a forest. I like that it does that, but I can't let them grow nestled up to the house. Ah well.

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