Why am I so surprised that the bulbs I planted last fall have actually resulted in flowers? It’s kind of like wondering if life can go on after trauma. Hopefully, you plant something and it will grow; but while most people expect tulips, others, like me, expect nothing.
Inch by inch, day by day, I’m learning to expand my expectations.
Just before I planted the tulips, I turned my attention to a small tree in my yard… it was heavy with the shrouds moths leave behind when they’re really serious about eating every square inch of claimed territory. I took a long broom and carefully dismantled the sticky icky-ness of bug-dom. I honestly hoped the tree would live, but I had my doubts.
Two weeks ago, the tree, still so small and fragile, put out neon red flowers. I was impressed and humbled by the cosmic nod.