There were several very special things we brought back from our spring trip to Washington, D.C four years ago. One of them bloomed this morning.
At the Iwo Jima Memorial, two workers were taking apart a flower bed that had hundreds of tulip blooms just weeks before. The pile of bulbs was quite large and after we passed them I turned and went back with a question for one of the workers.
“What are you going to do with those bulbs?”
“Not really sure,” was his reply.
“Might I have one?” I inquired.
“Take as many as you want,” he added with a gesture of his hand over the pile in front of him.
My Midwestern sensibilities did not allow me to place handfuls into my shoulder bag as I had space–but I did take two and they are planted in a special place on our lawn.