The greenhouse operator had gathered all the unsold tulip bulbs and, finding that these leftovers were mostly in inferior anyway, was bagging them for the trash bin. The good ones had been sold, so he wasn’t concerned about the loss of the small residue. I happened to come in for something and saw the bags of rejects. It seemed a waste, so I persuaded him to let me have them. I took the three bags home, not really knowing what I would do with them. Finally, I offered them to a friend who had an empty corner in his garden, and I forgot all about them.
The following spring he called me one Saturday and suggested I come over to his home. He took me down to the bottom of the yard, and there, row upon row, were my discards, all in beautiful bloom. "Get me any more of them you can," he said.
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