Tulip Liberation Front

Tomorrow is May Day, and for many years I have cut bucket-loads of tulips from my garden on May Day morning and walked to work, handing flowers to whomever would accept them as a token of the day.  I will do so tomorrow morning, and with a twist.  

About a block from here, on the main street nearby, a 1950s house was torn down about 2 months ago.  Bulldozers and large earth-moving equipment was called in to tear down trees and shrubs, level the land, and make straight the path of the developer.  James and I walked over just now, carrying a bucket partly-filled with water, and picked every tulip and daffodil the developer had not buried beneath mounds of moved earth.  The house's gardens were not saved, not transplanted, not considered at all.  The tulips were at the eastern edge of the property, minimally protected by overhanding tree branches.  I'm betting that they'd be buried tomorrow - - just as the tulips, daffodilas, iris, peonies at the north and south edges of the property are already buried.  

Tomorrow, I'll give away the flower of a garden that will disappear by the end of the day.  I see this as a fitting May Day action.