Flower Attacks

Today is May Day, and to many people of my generation, it brings back childhood memories of making colored paper baskets, and filling them with spring flowers, any flowers… field daisies, dandelions, one of mother’s tulips, a stem of bleeding hearts, or a berry blossom. We would hang the baskets on neighbor’s front doorknobs, knock or ring the bell, then run like hell and hide behind a bush to watch them open the door. Can you imagine anything more benign? Flower attacks!! I never got to be on the recipient’s side of the door. Too many years, too many wars, and the loss of childhood innocence have intervened. But I like to remember when it was fun to be kind.

... P. L. Morningstar