May Day brings opportunity to bless others

When I was a little girl, I loved the first of May. Each year I would make a basket of construction paper and lots and lots of staples and tape. I would quietly go outside and raid the flower beds, choosing the flowers I thought were the prettiest. When I was satisfied with my basket, I would hang it from the handle of the red back door of our farmhouse (the front door was only for visitors and holidays) and then ring the doorbell.

Then I’d run as fast as I could, hiding behind the biggest of our two blue spruce trees. Always. Looking back, I’m really not sure if I hid behind the spruce every...