Although tulips do not fully bloom in southeastern Pennsylvania until mid-April, I decided to write a poem about them. I have tried, unsuccessfully, to plant tulips for years. Squirrels dig them up and even nip the blooms off. Perhaps the bunnies and groundhog are also to blame. I finally gave up on planting more about three years ago. Daffodils and hyacinths survive. The photos below show the tulips at Longwood Gardens. In less then a month, we’ll go there to stroll the tulip gardens and take lots of pictures.
Large, showy, and brightly colored,
Red, pink, yellow, or white.
Double or single, fringed or twisted,
Perfumed or unscented.
Often in flower beds, fields, gardens,
Table arrangements and bouquets.
Name originating from the Persian word meaning turban.
Almost perfectly symmetrical,
150 various species, and more than 3,000 naturally occurring…
But not in my gardens.
Tulips, intriguing flowers with a rich history,
Do not grow in my garden
Even though they are planted each spring.
Where have all my tulips gone?
To the bushy-tailed, rascally squirrels.
Birdseed and gifts from the neighbor’s walnut trees
Do not discourage these treasure seekers.
Diggers of bulbs, cruel executioners who
Behead these glorious plants as soon as they flower…
Here one day and gone the next…
Tulips, signaling the arrival of spring –
But not in my garden.