I picked up a box of tulip bulbs during the Christmas holidays.
I brought the box home and set it on a counter in the kitchen.
I didn’t much like the color of the buds or the anemic foliage.
While I wasn’t paying attention, they began to open rapidly.
I could hardly believe it.
I never had tulips so I didn’t realize that they open and close depending on the amount of light.
Within a very short time, they opened so far
I thought they would wilt within the hour.
I was astounded.
In order to keep them from melting,
I moved them to the cold porch
where they closed for the night.
They continued to open each morning and close each evening
for several weeks.
I began to enjoy the ritual opening and closing.
Mr. Anole found his way onto the porch and
hung out near…
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