Red Tulips

One early spring morning, two springs ago, I looked out my back window and noticed a red flower in my garden, peeking above a boulder, trying to get my attention. 

Now how did that get there?  I know that I didn’t plant a red plant anywhere. 

I put on my shoes and strolled to the middle of my yard. Out by the blooming Dogwood I discovered a lone, red tulip, dipping and swaying in the gentle breeze, waltzing in a juvenile dance of joy, nodding to the early morning sun, delighted just to be in this world. 

“Well, good morning, little one,” I murmured. “How did you get planted here and who can I...