Grandma’s Tulip

We have one little tulip in the middle of our yard that comes up every year. My mom says that it’s one my grandma planted many years ago and it marks the corner of where her garden used to be. We don’t know exactly when it was planted but it has to be more than 25 years old. I don’t know a lot about tulips, so I did a little research. From what I read, older heirloom tulips come back more often year after year for longer periods of time than the modern day varieties do. I couldn’t really find much information on how old tulips can get, so I’m still wondering if it’s unusual for a tulip like this to be coming back all these years or not. Do you know?

If this tulip could see, just think of all the memories there would be, and if those memories were made into photos just think of all the albums there would be. Even though this tulip is out a couple weeks each spring, and its point of view is the same every day, the photos would all be different because each day isn’t the same.

Perhaps there would be photos of my grandma planting her garden or the generations of cousins throughout the years, with mitts and softballs playing catch, planning out the best place to hide for a game of hide-and-seek, or running with baskets while hunting Easter eggs.

Envision the spring time weather this little tulip has seen, it’s unpredictable and always changing; the warm and sunny days that bring the first butterflies of the season, the fierce storms that bring lots of wind and hail, or the cold days that might bring a snowflake or two.

If this tulip could hear, just imagine all it has heard, coming from the white wooden bench by the house, where the porch swing now sits; the spot where everyone has gathered throughout all the years, and still do to this day; to sit, relax, visit and enjoy the nice spring weather.

From conversations filled with laughter, happiness, excitement and hope for the great things ahead, to conversations filled with sadness, fear, uncertainty and everything in between, its heard many ups and downs that life has brought throughout the years, even though it can only listen a few weeks each year.

Should it be moved to a safer place where it won’t accidentally get mowed off, or should it be left right where my grandma planted it and it’s grown all these years?  We don’t want to risk losing it, so it’s a tough decision we have yet to make. One thing is for certain; if this tulip could talk I’d love to hear the stories it would tell.

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12 Responses to Grandma’s Tulip

  1. Karen Squires says:

    This is beautiful, Shelly! What a magical way to look at the life of a tulip. You sure are a gifted writer-:)

  2. Beautiful observations eloquently told.

  3. Love this and it looks just like my tulips my dad planted here 25 years ago. I think of him fondly each time they bloom.

  4. What wonderful memories you have with that special tulip! Thank you for linking up to Garden Tuesday!

  5. What a sweet post! Thank you for sharing at the Art of Home-Making Mondays 🙂

  6. Kari Jones says:

    What a beautiful tribute to our wonderful grandmother. She would be so proud of you!

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