OK, so it isn’t May, and this isn’t a pole!
But when I saw my neighbour’s festive tree, adorned with an abundance of nature’s blooms, I had to sneak a photo – or two.
I love how the flowers grow all the way up the trunk.
Anyway, it reminded me of a May Pole.
When I was about eight years old, I actually danced round the May Pole at school. It was quite a complicated procedure of skipping one way, and then the other; missing out one other girl, or two.
This produced a lovely woven pattern of coloured ribbons plaiting up the May Pole.
Of course we were pretty rubbish to start with and had to stop repeatedly to unwind the tangle we’d somehow managed to get ourselves into – again!
Still, it was great fun, and better than sitting in a stuffy classroom.
It was only years later that I learned the history behind dancing round the May Pole. I was surprised, to say the least!