01May
May Day Mocktails
One of my neighbors growing up had a big, beautiful plant just outside their front door. It was a hanging plant held in place with ornate macrame. After ringing the doorbell, I waited for my friend and realized it spun. So, I began spinning and twirling. Spinning and twirling and waiting and twirling and waiting. And twirling some more. (I would like to point out...