Push through into the light.
After the dark quiet of winter, the only thing left to do is bloom. For some of us, we bloom and fly.*watch to the end. Maybe at your own imperfect pace like my tulips. Don't you dare stay in the dark, though. Push
And yet she blooms.
Planted with care.Planted with prevention for underground scavengers (holly leaf in each hole with the bulb).Watered.Nourished with sun.Checked on and spoken over with love. Bitten back.Unpredictable temps.Stepped on. And yet she blooms.Sure she doesn't stand as tall as she could, still she
