As I crouch on the deserted street to get eyeball-to-bloom with the tulips I put in last fall, pellets of snow start to fall and I wonder.
I wonder how much longer this stupid weather is going to continue.
I wonder whether anyone is walking by the tulips at Dow’s Lake on this nippy afternoon, now that the National Capital Commission has bowed to public/political pressure and rescinded its unprecedented/unpopular ban on all tulip photography in the name of reducing the transmission of COVID-19. It’s a sad coincidence that this week marks the 75th anniversary of VE Day.
I wonder whether I really planted only yellow and white tulips last fall or whether other colours will soon make themselves known.
I wonder whether I’ll be able to stand up.