When you plant a garden, you’re usually thinking of this
season’s flowers or this autumn’s vegetables. But sometimes what we plant lives
beyond that; even beyond the gardener. Our house was built in 1998, along with
most of the homes in our neighborhood. But the neighbors west of our little
subdivision were here decades before that. One of them planted tulips
in her front garden, years before she passed away. Her widower joined her some
time ago. The house stands empty, waiting for the bulldozer to make room for a
new mortuary. But this spring the bulbs she planted put on a brave display
among the thick weeds and fallen cottonwood branches. It’s possible that next
year the only flowers there will be funeral sprays. But if they’re not dug up
or paved over, those tulips will continue to bloom where they were planted.
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