During my tenure in Wisconsin my garden was bursting with tulips each spring. I always over planted knowing my furry little squirrel nemesis would dig out a percentage of bulbs. They take a bite and then spit it out in disgust realizing the find was NOT a giant nut.
My eventual move to Florida, while a sun drenched blessing, was also a horticultural shock to the system. Gone were all my familiar plants. My seasons. Gone were my tulips.
Ten plus years in Florida and I have long since adapted to my new plant life. I've grown to embrace it. Understand it. Yet I still miss my tulips.
Last Valentines Day my loving husband presented me with a lovely pot of tulips. I loved them. They were my connection to home, to hope, to new beginnings. When the last flower wilted I couldn't let go. I couldn't just toss the bulbs. The little pink pot of bulbs was placed in the shed.
Every now and then I would notice the pot think about giving it a toss. The idea of tulips growing in Florida was ridiculous but I like having hope. The pot always stayed.
Today my husband and I were out working in the yard. Somehow the little pink pot had been knocked down and he noticed it. "Is this any good or should I just toss it?" He showed me the pot, dirt knocked out and tiny, green little sprouts peeking out. TULIPS! My sign of spring, the end of winter, a new beginning. There is always hope!!!
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