Still more signs of hope from my mother's garden

These tulips opened days ago and are quickly wilting toward the flower bed that is made out of a concrete goldfish pond the previous owners poured decades before my parents bought the bungalow I grew up in. Even as they stretch, the petals are so vibrant that it is hard to believe they are past their prime. I love them when they are like this, I love the colors splayed out for those who peek inside.

As silly as it sounds, I admit that when I peek into tulips, I have to whisper-sing something one of my grandfathers loved to say, "Tulips in the garden / Tulips in the park / What I like best are two-lips in the dark."

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[furiousball]

those are flowers, you can't fool me