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is the patience of the gardener after planting iris bulbs.Of the many dull convictions, the assurance of spring blossoms is buried in the heart when the rest of the garden has faded. The wholesome seed. The embodiment of earthy nourishment and solid ground. Sturdy as the heirloom grape, these awkward forms with straggly roots are steadfast. My grandmother’s hands are deft around daffodil, lily and tulip. The wet earth accents the wise wrinkles that adorn her hands. Over the winter, she dreams of the slivers of color they will create. Red bulbous grills, pale pink of flesh untouched by the sun, the purple of Easter dresses, and fat, yellow goldfinches.
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