Each year at New Market Elementary School in Sophia, North Carolina, there’s a May Day celebration. Each of the grades works for months to perfect their own special dance to perform for the community. There’s also a May Court with a King and Queen elected from the fifth grade class. The May King and May Queen lead the processional down the steps of the library into the courtyard to the tune of Pomp & Circumstance, but even before the royalty emerges from the stacks of Newberry Award books, a boy and girl chosen from the kindergarten class come forth to present the scepter and the crown (resting on velvet pillows, of course!)
I celebrated my birthday this weekend (and received several wonderfully unexpected birthday wishes from readers of this blog—thank you). Could it be that it has been 30-some years since I held a bejeweled scepter in my grasp?
Fortunately, I have lost my lust for sparkly, shiny things (almost) and have traded scepter in for trowel, and thus spent the weekend playing in the dirt (some things never do change).
On Saturday morning we paid a visit to the annual plant sale at SUNY Cobleskill where almost any single plant goes for $1. Back home after spending a grand total of $34, we toiled the rest of the day in the vegetable and flower gardens at the Beekman.
I would not be telling the truth if delusions of grandeur did not appear when the wind errantly scattered flower petals in the direct path of my feet. Springtime is fit for a king.