Every year toward the end of January, you will find me in the garden, leaning over to peer at what looks to the naked eye like an empty patch of earth. And if you manage to peek over my back fence every day for the next month or so, you will see the same ritual repeated. It isn’t that I have lost my mind, but rather that I am proactively practicing hope. I am watching for the tulips. Their little green tips begin emerging in late January - if I’m lucky. Maybe it’s a sign that I need to get a life, but no matter - on the day those tips show themselves, I celebrate.
There are a lot of things in life worth celebrating, if you know where to look. We should do more tulip-hunting. It’s good for the soul.
You have the prettiest dishes. I love each one you show us.
Karen
I'm surprised you get tulips "back." Up here tulips often do not come back because squirrels eat them. Some people plant their tulip bulbs inside little cages. I just instead plant lovely daffodils.