My sister is a very good aunt. She is making May baskets for my granddaughters to distribute to the neighbors. How well I remember doing this all through grade school. And…the first time a boy gave me a basket!
I didn’t know what to do. I guess I was supposed to chase him after he rang the doorbell – but I was just too shy, an apparent attribute which wore off somewhere along the road.
The baskets are done, the girls are sleeping, and I am heading out to find the flowers for the creations. FTD delivery day!