The first day of tulips. On Thursday I saw showy magnolias for the first time in my town , open and, already falling, falling. Today in the little city back garden my tulips opened and with them a beauty I have been wondering about for weeks. Would it survive two significant snowfalls after a couple of mild teaser days in April? Seems it would….and has! Now all I have to worry about are the horrid red bugs that attack lilies. This beautiful brave thing, a fritillia, must be of the lilly family as I have already seen a couple of hungry insects. I promptly dispatched them to insect heaven. For beauty to thrive, death must play a part.
On this day before the bear trap that is Mother’s Day, sitting in my sunny kitchen under the mild gaze of Our Lady of Guadalupe and thinking about the miracle of fritillia.
Everything is early this year. Here comes the pink lilac. Remember when we were supposed to wait until Victoria Day ( oh, sorry, a British Queen shouldn’t be mentioned ) I mean Dollard Day ( oops, he turned out to be a rogue and we mustn’t talk about him) so let’s say May Bank Holiday ( banks !! More bad ones). So, the old idea was that 24 May was the earliest one could plant spring flowers. Now everything is early, everything is racing ahead. My wonderful tulips lasted exactly one week. Darwin was quite right, ” Adapt or Perish” . Nature is called upon to adapt to us now, though. Thunderstorms on May 10? Well, it cooled us off and meant I don’t have to water the garden. It filled the birdbath and made some birds happy. Accept, don’t complain, find the joy in what comes. Happy Mother’s Day to Mother Earth first and then to all the Mothers ( and Fathers standing quietly not quite knowing what is going on) Love from the pink lilac.