Pandemic May Day

I usually think of May Day as the beginning of No Going Back Spring, not the false starts and sometimes giant steps backward of spring in April. As a child, I loved making and giving May baskets, putting little bouquets of flowers on neighbors doors--I grew up in California where we were well into the flower season by May.  Now that I live in the Midwest, the only reliable options  by the end of April are daffodils and violets, both of which I love and not because they are early arrivals.
This year the pandemic May Day May Day sounds more appropriate as a panicked call for help.  Some nations are doing incredible jobs with their response, whereas where I live it has been literally one disaster after another.  Leadership has done nothing right, not one clear cut win and it is left to us, the common man, to figure out what to do.  So, on this, International Worker's Day, value those who do the work that keeps us up and running even in a pandemic.  Prayers for the meat packers, who should be treated like health care workers because on so many levels they are essential. Buy stamps and support the postal service.  Be save in grocery stores.  Respect all.  We know not who will survive.  Treat everyone as worthy of saving.