Another year, another lovely May Day morning for us to "welcome in the spring." Morris dancers -- adults, teens, kids, males, females, formally or informally dressed for the occasion -- help rouse the dawn along the banks of the Charles River, then lead a procession to a heretofore sleepy Harvard University quad, and later to Holyoke Center in Harvard Square, only just beginning to stir with activity.
There is far more to the Day: English country dances, the singing of May songs and, of course, the Maypole -- at the center, literally and symbolically, of this revelry. Most of all, we delight in each other's company, whether old friends or complete strangers, attired in morris dance kit or in evening wear from the previous night's festivities at Harvard, May Day veteran or novice. It doesn't matter. The sun of the new day shines on us all.
