A Homeschool May Day – Part 3

After selecting and planting their flowers and delivering them on May Day morning, the children were invited to Grandmother’s house for an old-fashioned May Day lunch and celebration.

I saw a quotation on Pinterest that read “This project started in confusion and will end in disarray.” It immediately made me think of my Mom, who swears she is the worst crafter on the planet. She has a great eye for style and dreams of creating things, but when the finished project does not match what she envisioned, she wants to wad it up and throw it in the trash. She also lacks the patience to fiddle with small parts and supplies (something I think she passed on to me: making tiny treats for Gideon’s birthday party together left us both whining and wanting very much to beat our heads against the wall).

All that to say, she called me with a fit of giggles the night before May Day as she tried her best to create flower crowns for the girls to wear at the party. They were not doing what she wanted them to do and, quite frankly, her disdain for crafting and her past failures caused her to lose her confidence to the extent that she wasn’t even trying (in my opinion). Finally, I said “Mom, do you have any idea how smart you are?! I think if you use your brain you can DO this!” We laughed, even as I knew that by the next day, her crowns would be perfect; even if she doesn’t think she is good at crafts, I know how gifted she is and that her projects usually pan out after all the whining and frustration.

Love that woman.

And I absolutely loved this May Day party, flower crowns and all.

~

Anna and Gideon (wearing a flowerless Greek Olympian inspired crown) share secrets by the door as they wait for the party to begin…

our eldest Spring nymph, Abigail Grace, is about to be 8 years old, but she is mature enough to think that dancing on May Day with a group of little ones is pretty awesome…

and then there is my little fair flower of femininity, Rebekah Sunday…

Lining up for the May Pole…

Gideon, growing up surrounded by girls, doesn’t think twice about joining in…

all you need for a May Pole dance is a pole (duh), long strands of ribbon, a Celtic Woman CD (or anything lilty or Springy or dancey), pretty dresses, flower crowns, and willing participants. We obviously met all the requirements…

I don’t know if anyone got into the spirit of things better than our dreamy Anna Ruth…

We had to keep our eye on this precious girl lest the wood fairies take her away. How I love Kate Belle…

and don’t even get me started on this girl. Sometimes I don’t know what to do with her, but I honestly don’t know what I’d do without her…

Like my Mom’s crafts…

this project started in confusion…

and ended in disarray. 

But what a lovely mess it was…

inspiring laughter…

and happy smiles…

and clapping (gasp! It’s Mrs. Gore!)…

and lots and lots of spinning and twirling.

As usual, Betsie couldn’t join in the festivities, but she had lots of fun from afar…

happily snacking (or more likely teething) on Granddaddy’s fence.

Best “fwiends” Kate and Rebekah pose together after the dance…

they never make it through a day without at least one fistfight, but they are deeply devoted to one another and grow sad when they have to say goodbye.

Grandmother’s flower crowns turned out quite lovely, if you ask me…

but one thing she REALLY knows how to do is DESSERT…

You can always tell if a party is successful by how dirty Miss Sunday is at the party’s close…

May Day success.

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As ever, thank you to my Mom for her thoughtful and generous love, and for Amy for taking such lovely photos. What a team!

And I hope all of you will consider celebrating May Day next year! I happen to know a lady who makes simply beautiful May Day crowns…

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