The seasons never seem to change where I live and most flowering trees and plants bloom year-round, but yearning for an old-time Spring, I bought some tulips. With closed buds shivering inside a glassed refrigerator, those flowers spoke to me. Sadly, they sat on my counter all day and night in a bowl of water, still bound with yarn in their plastic wrapping.
After binge watching Elizabeth Bennett and her sister Jane cutting flowers in their garden in the Colin Firth version of “Pride and Prejudice,” I finally decided to arrange my flowers. Unbound and recut, the tulips now refused to stand upright, drooping over the vase. Their green leaves stood up but the red buds flopped over – still unopened.
The next morning I found them, now opening and bending upward to the light in a cluster of red, and today I saw this…
Spring must be near.
Books I am reading:
- The Trouble with Goats and Sheep by Joanna Cannon
- The Last Anniversary by Liane Moriarty
- Bad Monkey by Carl Hiaasen
The No Charge Book Bunch 
My husband bought me tulips for Valentine’s Day, and they sprawled as they opened in all their lush glory. They are quite spectacular. We won’t see them in bloom for another couple of months here. We have such spaced out seasons, but I remember back east spring would happen in a span of weeks – crocuses then daffodils then tulips than bam! hot summer.
Must be strange to be somewhere without true seasons. But the beauty probably helps đŸ™‚
Flowers help make everything better.