Wednesday, May 14, 2014
Do you ever look back on things you did when you were young and just . . . wonder, what was I thinking? Every spring, when I see the tulips burst forth in all their glory, the same thing happens to me.
I was a notorious dawdler about getting to school. Even though the school was just at the end of our street, and even though I am painfully afraid of Getting in Trouble [yes, that must be capitalized], I still managed to surprise myself - and my mother - with things I did on the way to school.
One spring morning, I went through our neighbour's beautiful garden and ate the petals off of every single tulip in her garden.
Yes, you read that right: I ate the petals. I plucked each petal, one by one, and ate it. I may have left one or two lonesome little blossoms.
And I did it in broad daylight. So the neighbour knocked on my mother's door and told her about it.
When I got home from school, the first thing my mother did was walk me over to the Heides' house to apologize. I'm sure both women asked me why I did it. Sadly, I still have no answer for them.
But that may explain my fascination with this particular flower.