Tulips

I've never really received flowers before.  I think my surgery is the first time in my life (sad) where I've received as many flowers as I have.

On Saturday, I got a bouquet of tulips.  It was funny because one of my college roommates favorite flowers were tulips.  It's actually what she wanted as part of her wedding bouquet but was struck down by her mom because she (her mom) felt they wouldn't last through the day.

My tulips were placed into the vase where the spray roses (actually one of my favorite type of roses) were replaced by him (I sorta wanted to keep them dried but it was okay) and have been sitting on my bookcase since then.  As I've watched them grow through the end of their bloom cycle, it's been extremely metaphorical.

The reach: There has been one tulip that has been reaching far out of the bouquet.  Despite all the tulips being together, this one tulip is reaching away.  Part of me wondered why it was going where it did.  Somehow a few petals were knocked off.  Though it is no longer perfect, it is still reaching out.

The fall:  When I got out of bed this morning, I noticed more petals on the top of the bookshelf and on the floor.  It was very beautiful how all the petals laid but saddening.  I can't exactly say why but it hit something deep in me.

Maybe I see too much but sometimes its better than seeing nothing at all.  My flowers rest in an area that is somewhat sacred to me.  Maybe its just metaphorical for that...or maybe its just flowers almost ready to be made into mulch.