Tulips are supposed to be short-lived; but our original tulip–the tallest one in this picture–was here when we moved in, forty-plus years ago, and it’s not only still here, still beautiful, but it has three offspring.
For a few years there, we thought we were going to lose it because squirrels had decided the flowers made a nice snack. That generation of squirrels seems to have passed, and its successors haven’t shown any taste for tulips.
So the flowers bloom in the spring: God’s stuff reminding us, “God is nigh.”
That’s inspiring. Some things last.
It does our hearts good to see them come back, year after year.
It’s reassuring for something, anything, to last that long.
40 years plus? I may have to check that out on Snopes. 🙂