When I was a child in Sturgis, Michigan, I made small baskets out of construction paper and glued on the handles. On May morning, I took the baskets out to the woods behind our house and filled them with spring beauties and violets. Then, I hung them on the doors of our neighbors, and of course, saved the best one for my mother. May morning was a magical time, even if I was the little fairy making the magic happen.
Wow, I love all the old Hustle music. I remember dancing to those beats in 1980...