Tulips At Home….

On two hundred acres, there is a lot of space. I remember the year, way back in ’28, we set aside two acres and planted tulips for a few years.

Every summer we would walk through the tulip fields and watch the birds come and go. There is a lot more to it than that. There were the years we took care of the land and prepped it for growing tulips.

One Sunday walking with my wife, we strolled through the tulip patches and talking of poetry and love. We fell into a trance and made ourselves just big enough to lay in the tulip at our feet.

It made lovely poetry. Laying very close to my wife, we spoke in beauty and love. Some two hours we made love, and lay within the tulip.

Then upon awaking, we were back to our right size. The lovely wife picked that tulip and carried it all the way home. She said, to me, I want a whole bouquet of tulips to lay in the window by the time winter arrives.

So we spent two months, picking tulips we had laid down in. Bringing them home and decorating the windows with their lovely flowers.

When winter arrived, every window in the place had bouquets of tulips in its window. It was beautiful. and we watched them dry all winter long as the heat from the furnace dried the flowers we had picked.

The lovely lady got a serious look in her eye, and she draws me close to her and holds me tight. “Promise me, next year we will plant poppies.” Taking her in my hands and kissing her whole, “Yes, poppies will look nice next year, you got it.”

And the seasons changed, and summer rolled in….

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