May Day in our household was not a radio cry for help, or a Russian march on Red Square. We didn’t set up the May poles, or sing the song from Broadway’s “King Arthur” -The Lusty Month of May. However, we did haul out the colored paper, scissors and tape. It is May first: May Day. It is time to acknowledge that without a doubt Spring has been here for just a bit, flowers are here, and summer vacation is almost here. It is time to be a bit restless, time to stay out of doors a bit longer and time to have a bit of chocolate captured in a…