Post-Thanksgiving, tulip bulbs are on sale, 50% off. I buy 50 bulbs, pot them up into 10 flowerpots, and next week do the same thing. My garage has 4 rows of pots sitting on the floor between the car and the truck, waiting for spring equinox when they can come out of hiding.
The tulip bulbs are buried in the darkness of the soil. December 7 is the earliest sunset of the year, at 4:16 p.m. Oh, the night seems long when darkness begins in late afternoon.
It's time for us to gestate, meditate, contemplate the dark. We can't see clearly in the dark, but we can feel. Feel the closeness, the surround, perhaps the coolness. Float in the dark of not-knowing, trusting that eventually the light returns.
Friday, December 8, 2017
Tulip Bulbs in the Dark
Posted by Cheryl Wilfong at 7:35 AM
Labels: bulbs, buried, contemplation, cool, equinox, flowerpots, forcing, garage, light, night, not knowing, pots, spring equinox, sunset, tulip
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