A day in the life of a Tulip
As I sit here, wracking my brain about what to write about, it’s hard for me to think about spring. Huge snow banks still cover my lawn, cold winds still blowing and snow falling lightly from the pale cover of clouds in the sky. I close my eyes and try to imagine the warm sun, the budding trees, the burgeoning flowers breaking through the hard ground. But the only thing I see is white. Sigh… So I thought to myself, what do I do best? Write?
It had been a long cold winter.
Tiny sprigs as they may be, the tulips fight for their survival. Some were not going to make it, those that just weren’t strong enough, others who were impatient and gave up, others who weren’t planted correctly and weren’t able to grow as they should. But she was strong, determined. She was not going to give up.
Stretching her tiny limbs, Calista whispered to her sibling. “How much longer do you think we’ll have to wait?”
“That is the tenth time you’ve asked me that this week. Do I look like aI have the inside scoop?” Ruby snorted, turning away from Calista.
She wasn’t much liked among her siblings, though Calista had no idea why. She was no different than her siblings other than being a different color. She had the same limbs, the same cup, the same fragrance. Yet they shunned her.
“My brother, Simon snuck out and he said the ground is still covered in snow.”
She turned to the tiny ant cuddling up to her bulb. “Really? How much snow?”
“It came to the knees of the humans. I think we have a long wait ahead of us still.” He scurried off and Calista sighed.
“Why are you so impatient, Cali? Spring will arrive when it’s ready.” Ruby stated with a clip in her voice.
“I’m tired of waiting. My limbs are aching to sprout and I’m starting to feel sluggish.” She didn’t want to feel this way and tried desperately to break of her gloom. Problem was, it was already the end of March and the snow should have melted faster than it was.
“Yeah, well we all feel the same but you don’t see us complaining.”
“Doesn’t it bother you that some of our sisters won’t make it through this long dreary cold season?”
“That’s the way life goes.”
“Well I’m tired of it. I’m tired of year after year, waiting to be born, watching my siblings give up and die. I’m going to make a stand.” Where had that come from?
“Sure you are, Cali.”
“Will you both keep it down. I’m trying to get some rest,” Scarlet Marvel groaned.
“I’m perfectly serious,” Calista whispered. “Why should the Crocuses get all the attention in spring.”
“Um, because they’re the first to spring into life.”
“Sssshhhh!!” Scarlet bellowed.
“Well I’m tired of it. I want to be the first for once. I want to break through and be the attention of the humans.”
“You’ll never survive.”
“I’m determined.” She would do anything to break free.
“It’s your death then.” Curling up, Ruby drifted off to sleep.
“It wouldn’t be her death. It would be her life. Digging deep within herself, Calista willed her sprouts to grow. The ache was well worth it, and little by little her limbs began to grow. She would break free of her solitude and raise her head high in glory. This was her shining moment. She pushed herself, forced her limbs to grow, forced the bud of life to break out of its shell. She would be the most beautiful of all her siblings, even if she was hated by the Crocuses. Grunting, growing, enduring the labor, the pain, Calista felt the ground give above her. She was doing it. She would feel the air in no time.
The chill began to seep into her stem but she pushed it aside and carried on her journey. Not even the hard ground above her was a deterrent. She pushed, dug, and when she finally felt the ground give, cried out as she broke through.
“You’re crazy. You’re going to die.”
She ignored her sisters and made her final journey into life. Sprouting from the ground, she tilted her head up to the warm brilliant sun above her. It felt so wonderful on her aching limbs. She breathed in the fresh air, smiling to herself as she looked around her new home. Yes there was snow, but not as much as the ant had stated. Water coated the roads and sidewalks indicating it was giving in to the heat of the rays above them.
She’d made it and now she was going to enjoy her new found life.
“Sally, Sally, come look at this.”
Calista turned her attention to the gentleman rushing toward her. A middle-aged woman soon came up beside him.
“Yes it is.”
“How is this possible? The ground is still hard from the winter.”
“Must be one determined flower.”
She felt him dusting the snow that surrounded her away. “We need to keep it alive.”
“How will we be able to do that? They’re calling for light snow tonight.”
No, no more snow, Calista thought in anguish.
“I have the perfect idea.”
She saw him run off while the woman sat admiring her.
“You are a beauty. This is a sign, Oliver. Spring is coming.”
“Damn straight it is. And this will help at least out little one here.”
Calista watched as he set a tall silver stand over top of her. It had a cone like top with a funny bulb-like thing inside.
“A heat lamp?”
“Works for the chicks.”
Calista blinked as the bulb inside shone with a brilliant bright white light. It felt warm and she tilted her head to feel the heat. Now this was life.
“She’s our first.”
“And we’re going to baby her.”
Calista watched as the couple embraced while standing over her. She was loved. She had life. Oh how she wished she could tell her sisters of this wonderful gift. Grinning, Calista watched the snow around her melt, felt the ground begin to soften and suddenly realized…She was the first.
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