"The future is plump with promise" (-Maya Angelou)
Another Thanksgiving is safely ensconced as a warm memory, and the leftovers are still within reach when the urge for comfort food strikes.
So, today, in the warm, fall light, Joe and I ventured out in search of a place that still had tulip bulbs for sale. Not an easy task. I'd looked everywhere this past week.
Since I'd been on the road,and hadn't purchased any bulbs earlier, I was slowly becoming resigned to the fact that we might just have to accept a spring without tulips.
Qu'est ce que c'est? Incroyable! Sacre Bleu!
Granted, I suppose I could have ordered them online. But fear not: my favorite nursery still had some, and we hurried over to fill bags of bulbs that will gracefully emerge as glorious spring color.
Then, on our way out the door, bags in hand, we happened upon a beautiful white camellia bush that called to us. Mind you, camellias often call to us, and we already have five camellia bushes around our yard in various colors. In all honesty, I wasn't sure where we'd put one more camellia plant, but as luck would have it, we found just the right spot. So...now, we have another beautiful flower.
I head out tomorrow morning on my final fall trip. Now, safe in the knowledge that we're "covered" on the tulip front, I am gently cradling these bulbs into a drawer in the fridge, and after next week, I'll look forward to spending a day digging and tucking promising bulbs into the sweet soil for their burst of color in just a few short months.
Truth, like the burgeoning of a bulb under the soil, however deeply sown, will make its way to the light. (-Ellis Peters)