Labor Day

The first of May has always been very important to me. When I was a child it meant that the spring was really hear and summer just around the corner. The whole town was out on the bridge over the river and the men's choir sang about the winter having raged out: Vintern rasat
Unfortunately I felt horrible this year and we only managed to go for a little walk in the splendid weather. These little guys were sitting on the steps of one of the houses we passed.