Blooming Glory

I am realizing the fruits of my hope.  The bulbs I planted last November on a warmer-than-average day are blossoming. Their color brings a bright note into my day. Outside the window are about twelve double bloom tulips bringing their glory into my world.

I am reminded that beneath the dark soil, in the long, cold days of winter, beauty lurked, ready to spring forth.  They did the labor. They followed the genetic imperative to move, move, toward the light.  And in the light, they have thrived.  Let that be a lesson to carry.