A few mornings ago, I was standing in the backyard with Henry and I thought: wha...

A few mornings ago, I was standing in the backyard with Henry and I thought: what in the world is that incredible ball of redness over there?
My brain registered it as a small planet--otherworldly, bright--and I thought: oh boy, it’s a superball!
What it turned out to be, however, was a tulip.
I did not plant it; I have lived in this house for six and a half years and I have never seen this tulip before.
But here he was: poking his head up between the slats of my morning glory trellis . . . j...