I remember May Day as a child. We would make baskets out of paper, or cans, or decorated school milk cartons. As I was a child of the midwest, I believe we had flowers in bloom to cut from our gardens (sadly nothing is in bloom on our property right now - I will need to be creative...). My parents never helped us - this is something we did as kids, alone. We would then go to the doors of our neighbors, hang our baskets, ring the bell, and run. I remember it being so much fun.
I guess, if I want to do it today, I will need to bring a child along, to make it appear that it was his idea... Sometimes it is just so much more fun being a kid!
Happy May Day my friends~ I wish I could hang a basket on each of your doors!