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Bulbs: Haibun

Nancy's Notes 🖊️♬

Written for dVerse Poets Haibun Monday –
‘Vision’. Our host, Frank, invites us to
write a haibun that alludes to vision.

Image by Me & Gemini

My Grandma Rose …. my step-grandmother, actually …. lost the last of her sight the autumn she turned eighty-one, and still she insisted on planting. She knelt at the edge of the flower bed with a trowel in one hand and the other laid flat on the soil, reading it the way she used to read her bible …. slowly, lips moving. Too wet here …. the old lilac’s roots there. She knew each bulb by its texture, and set every one point-up without once asking me which end was which. When I asked what colors they’d be, she said she’d already seen them.

It took me years to understand she wasn’t being wistful. She was describing the only kind of vision that ever planted anything.

October morning ….
she buries a whole April
bulb by bulb by bulb

NAR©2026

This is “Tulip and You” by CAELIS

Haibun Monday 9-28-26: vision

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19 thoughts on “Bulbs: Haibun”

  3. That reminds me, I have to start cutting back Canna’s and digging bulbs soon, if Fall ever comes around. Good read, Nancy. Young people don’t garden, only us old geezers that know nature’s way.

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  6. Ah … the joys of gardening, and your story is a perfect example my dear friend … whoops, no videos at the moment, we’re still at the Cafe, and the rain is teeming down… 🥰📖🤗🌧

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      1. Yes, despite the rain ‘our’ Cafe is always a delightful place for us, and we had shelter there for quite a while, and I actually drafted two poems … 🥰📖🌏🌧🐶

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