Hyacinths, daffodils, and tulips are all harbingers of spring; but in my yard tulips reign.
A couple years ago, my handyman with the green thumb and I planted approximately 400 tulip bulbs. This means they should have multiplied by now and this Spring they will be as spectacular a display as ever bloomed on our property. I can’t wait.
In between recent snowstorms, I’ve walked our land and checked for signs of my multitudinous tulips. As of early March, I have not been disappointed. Little pointy things tentatively are poking their heads above ground. I give them human characteristics and assume they seek sunlight, like me, and are hoping that the last snow has come and gone, again like me. Those flowers and I are tired of winter’s grip.
Last week, Earl brought me some lovely tulips from the grocery store, which I immediately put in a vase of water. They tantalize me, just as my own budding tulips do, with the notion that spring is within grasp. However, the reality is that my tulips will not bloom until late April or early May, that there are really several weeks left in winter’s grip, and that the pointy sprouting of tulip bulbs is only a teaser.
Spring will come in its own due time, and until then I need to be content with posies from the supermarket.
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