The tulips someone planted years ago started coming up a few weeks ago. I was very excited because I thought they'd be nice and tall by the time my family arrived for conference this weekend.
Then, one day, in the early morning hours, a deer came and ate the stalks down to the dirt. I was devastated. (The yard hasn't fully recovered from the great plumbing incident of 2010: there is a large patch of rock-hard Utah clay, plus a mini trench where the fill dirt settled. Stubby tulips don't help the ambiance.)
But! This morning! There was a whole crowd, a host of sprouting tulips!
(The desperate bulbs I planted two months ago! )
There is hope!
Also: there are three tulips growing in the middle of the front lawn.* (triple hope)
*lawn = a large patch of dirt