|Under the Maypole.|
Don't misunderstand me--I do not mean May Day as in my ship is going down (although on some days...). I mean May Day as in the celebration of the first of May and a welcome to spring. Nelson holds a great gathering every year on the town green with a maypole, Morris Dancers, and a cakewalk. I wasn't sure what a cakewalk was, and have since learned that it involves kids walking around the maypole and then stopping all at the same time. If you are standing on a wooden plaque, and the number on the wooden plaque matches the number called, then you win a cake. A whole cake! Sounds good to me.
|loving the live music|
|with mom under the may pole|
Morris dancing is a style of folk dancing that has been around since the middle ages or before. It involves ribbons, sticks, bells, lots of hopping and some shouts. It is quite a sight to behold. Olive was fascinated and kept trying to get involved, until finally one of the guys picked her up and made her part of the show. She loved it.
|checking it out|
|part of the show|
Things like this make me really thankful to have settled here. I feel like we are setting good roots in glorious soil.
|a big little girl|