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Back in the day, there were May Day processions, followed by the crowning of a queen and perhaps even dancing around a maypole.
There are fewer such processions in the 21st century, and no visible maypoles from our perch in the newsroom.
There have not been parades of tanks and other shows of might as back in the days when the Soviet Union was given to military bragging. Nor, for that matter, do we expect to receive any May baskets (filled with flowers and candy, given anonymously). May Day is noted by many as a workers’ holiday, with the Occupy Wall Street folks and others holding protests in recent years to protest economic inequality.
Whatever the moniker or the excuse, there is a celebration of spring here in Alaska’s banana belt where, unlike Fairbanks, we did not have 2-degree temperatures over the weekend (although we did get wind, rain, sleet, snow and ... sunshine — must be spring!).
The forget-me-nots are in bloom; in areas that get all the sun there can be, salmonberry bushes are flowering. We already have reported on the first bear-attack-on-a-birdwatcher-who-knew-how-to-wield-a-spotting-scope story; tourists have been scorned for their unwillingness to yield the road to fossil-fueled tons of metal.
It’s spring (really). College graduation is this weekend, with Kayhi and Revilla high schools not far behind. It’s Derby fishing month. It’s the beginning of that sweet time to be treasured throughout the dark winter.
Happy May Day!