Happy May Day
May Basket by Andrew Wythe A tisket a tasket A green and yellow basket I wrote a letter to my mom And on the way I dropped it. Author and source beyond memory unknown. I have gone from pandemics to Mayday Baskets in a blink. I warned everyone that Sidetracked Charley was going to be a bumpy ride. So hold on. Yesterday I began to feel better and suddenly I had to strip the bed of all things and pop them into the wash. Hanging them out on my new clothes line I was reminded of my mother doing the same thing after one of us was sick. I told myself I might be doing too much to be just out of the sick bed or that modern research shows viruses live on surfaces for only six hours but I just felt compelled to open windows, and wash or at least air in the spring sun everything I had been in close contact with (including the dogs which were given a play day with the neighbors) over my illness. As I went about my airing out chores my mind traipsed down memory lane from Mother doing the bed clothes...