By Ellis Emerson


I thought I planted tulips. I was sure I planted tulips.

I read about tulips. How they grow best. I studied them. Pests and diseases. The food they need. I planted rows and rows of tulips. Carefully all spring, I lined the dirt with bulbs.

Soon I’d have a field of all brightly colored tulips.

That was the plan. Anyway.

I’m confused. I now have roses growing instead. They’re lovely to look at but I can’t get past the thorns.