I was startled to walk out back behind the farmhouse and see a single tulip sprouting up out of the ground, it wasn’t there a day ago. There must have been a lot more than one. This patch of grass was obviously one of Florence’s gardens, long overgrown and left behind. Florence was 104 when she died, was not able to care for her gardens but we see that they are everywhere, flowers still pop up in unexpected places. Maria says we should replant this tulip, move it to the garden in front. That seems right to me.