(Photo of a tulip in my parents' yard, taken by my father, Ray Kyle)
Spring has sprung
The flowers have a-‘riz
I wonder where all the birdies is?
That poem was something my grandmother always told me come
springtime (I realize, now that I am older, that there are several versions of
this “poem,” but her version is still most special to me).
My birthday is in October, and when I lived at home with my
parents, I asked for daffodil and tulip bulbs for my birthday. We would buy
them in September or early October, and I would plant them. I always looked
forward to spring when they’d slowly make their way to the surface and bloom.
When I moved into my own home I tried to plant bulbs, but
not a single one grew, thanks to our squirrel and vole friends.
To me, spring will always
come up daffodils and tulips. Perhaps that’s why they’re my favorite
flowers—and why spring is one of my favorite times of the year.
(Photo of a daffodil in my parents' yard, taken by my father, Ray Kyle)
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