It's my sincerely held religious belief that every holy day ought to be celebrated by fucking - and Beltane most of all. Oh to wander into the fields to find some lovely maid or man or more, to return in rumpled clothing for the feast. I'm all for a good fertility festival, as long as fertility is understood broadly - plant any seed you wish to grow this year. Children or "children" conceived on the first of May are magical.
I'll spend the morning lying in with my lover. If I'm up in time I'll bathe in the morning dew. We'll brunch and buy primroses for the kitchen window, then do our laundry and go on-line to find a cottage for our summer vacation. If it stops raining long enough, we'll take a walk and see the spring blossoms. I'll write a poem, too, in the spirit of seed-planting.
A merry and fae May Day to you!