A week ago yesterday, I bought these tulips at the outdoor farmers’ market, and enjoyed them for a day. Then we went to Michigan for the weekend, had some amazing adventures there, and by the time we got home Barbara and Krystina had thrown the tulips away. Because by that time they were dead, I am sure.
So it has been, more generally, with our spring. Slow to arrive (and with the temperature today still little better than fifty), the season came and went all too swiftly. The leaves are all out on the trees, the daffodils and tulips are spent, and Memorial Day is upon us–all suggestions that we are on the verge of summer. Yet I wish I could have enjoyed my tulips just a little longer.