I was out walking with WIllow the other day when we came across this patch of tulips. The flowers were arranged in a profusion of color around the base of a tree. The yard is right next to one of the pathways that lead into the neighborhood park, so it sees a lot of foot traffic. The tulips were arresting on that particularly gray morning and I was struck by the care that went into planting them in the ground. Most people who garden do it either because they love it or because they want a tidy yard. These tulips felt like a labor of love. They seemed to appear out of nowhere simply to brighten the day. I didn't see anyone planting them and I felt lucky to be able to enjoy them. Willlow and I will wander by them, for as long as they last, and as they blossom and bloom the tulips will bring color to our daily journeys. It was a timely reminder that the things we do can have a spiraling effect on our environment. When we nurture our passions and share them with the world at large, they ripple outwards to affect many others whom we will never see.
April 24, 2005