The bulbs know

Piles of decomposing leaves inhabited by soil organisms that in a million years may become a civilization, surrounded by squishy earth and deceptively deep puddles. Fissured pavement with steaming coal patch and fresh tire treads.

I want to be blinded by brilliant yellow jonquils, daffodils with white petals and centers the color of fresh egg yolks, fringed with deep red-orange, pink tulips, purple crocus and the cloying scent of blue narcissus.

I loved starting seeds early. By the time Mother’s Day rolled around, the plants were creeping beneath the doorframe, no matter how many times I turned them. “Please,” they begged, “let us out!”

I lost too many fragile plants to early frosts and late snow storms. Wait for the bulbs, I remind myself.

The bulbs know.


About Jane Wilson

Jane Wilson graduated from the University of Michigan Law School, was a trial attorney for 25 years and has served on the faculty of the National Institute for Trial Advocacy on numerous occasions. She was an Adjunct Professor of Law at Cleveland State University for several years and served as an Interim Associate Professor of Law in the clinical program at Case Law School. In 2009, she returned to the small southwestern Michigan community where she was raised, and wrote a novel.
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5 Responses to The bulbs know

  1. Pingback: The bulbs know | Jane Wilson

  2. Ron. says:

    We’re lucky to have such moderators, I think.

  3. For me, it is crocuses that I wish to have blinding me.

  4. evanatiello says:

    Tulips! can’t wait

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