The School Door

I walk past the village school every morning when I go up to the shop for my newspaper.  It re-opened this week and just before it opened this wreath of paper flowers appeared on the door.  I don't know if it was made by one of the teachers or parents or if it was bought in, but it looked very welcoming.  I rather suspect, however, that it will be lost on the children.  They don't use that door; they veer off to the right along the side of the building and from what I've seen, they are usually far too excited about getting into the playground to notice any silly old paper flowers.