I love Spring. I await it with anticipation each and every year, for each and every year my yard blooms with a rainbow of tulips, hyacinths, tiny grape hyacinths, anemones, jonquils, King Edward and white-capped baby daffodils peeking sunny yellow faces, a rose bush near the house and bearded iris along the walk. In the Spring I become a hero to the neighborhood. People drive out of their way to and from work just to take in the beauty of my flowers. They smile to see the hope of Nature in my beautiful garden, then at me... and wave. I sometimes go into the garden, early in the morning, to marvel at the majesty of tulips "I" planted opening wide their soft, furry or paper-thin petals to receive the sun. Tulips standing like sentinels on long green stems that I can't stop staring at.....
Once summer comes and the perennials fade, I become just Kadijah from the block. Cars stop driving by and people walking past my house with upside-down smiles, barely nod. But it's all good. Spring will come again next year.