Was It You?

On the walk to school this morning, during the hardest uphill climb, everyone stops to notice a row of tulips.

They mysteriously appeared to line our path some time in the night.

Was it you? Was it you? We ask and accuse one other of guerrilla gardening.

Somebody bothered to do it, and for that, we are thankful. Somebody knew it would delight, mystify, and beautify.

That's living with flair.

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Was it you?