Tulips are always sold on the streets in March. They should make me hopeful and joyous, as a sign of spring and lightness in the air. But somehow this year they have made me feel anxious. Why do they appear on stands earlier than on the flower beds? Are these ground tulips, or are they grown in greenhouses as mass production? Do they artificially satisfy our craving for a change of season?
And then there are the ladies selling the tulips. They look tired and worn out by life, often one stand near the other. I brought some once for a birthday for my aunt today and she bargained with me to buy a whole bunch. I wondered if she worked for some big chain and had to sell a sufficient number to make her daily dole.
Somehow tulips make me sad this year.