The first spring at our house - so many years ago - I planted tulips, one hundred tulips, a small grove of them. Back home, my mom had numerous perennials beds and petunias down the front walk (where we played hopscotch). Tulips, roses, honeysuckle, sweet peas, iris and petunias. My mother in flowers. I have them all, but for the petunias. Oh, back in the day, I tried. Too delicate and taking too much effort, I still, every once in a while, bought the purple ones in a hanging basket. The smell was worth it.
The other morning, seeing the lone tulip, I realized it had come back to bloom. One of a hundred, but enough, 40 years on, to make me stop and remember.
Memories Bloom
