Daffodil or tulip?

Last October, my friend Danika surprised me with two boxes of tulip bulbs. One white. One black. Twelve bulbs total.
“I’m tired of you talking veggies, Jaime. You need something fun, a little present just for yourself,” she smiled.
Her gesture was sweet — and right on target. The only bulbs I planted were bulbs of garlic. I was thrilled.
The cats were a little too curious about the contents of the boxes and kept knocking them off the counter. I put the tulips on a kitchen shelf with some cookbooks for safe keeping. I intended to plant them immediately, instead I promptly forgot all about them.
The first weekend in November, it’s sleeting and I’m in the yard digging into the semi-frozen earth, simultaneously swearing and laughing at my folly. Not only did I forget about my tulips, I had also forgotten about some discount daffodils I picked up the weekend before.
Cold, wet and muddy, I wondered if anything would survive the winter — and the squirrels.
From my kitchen window, I can see little leaves sprouting from this makeshift bed. Daffodil or tulip, I’m excited for these first signs of spring.







