Prior to the first known speculative bubble in 1636, the bulb of the elegant tulip flower was the fourth leading export of the Netherlands, after gin, herring, and cheese. Prior to 2008, I had never heard of “tulip mania” or “tulipomania.” I dropped Macroeconomics in college; a dull science it was, especially after lunch.
I’m pleased there have been no speculative bubbles in tulip bulbs these last few years. The only speculation involved with the bulbs I planted in the Redemption Garden was a low-grade worry about whether they would grow or not.
How useless it is to worry; it makes us sick and sometimes tired. The tulip bulbs had a substance unseen all winter. Although I had a dim hope they would grow, based on my trust in the bulb merchant, I still worried.
I should have had faith. It’s not like I had planted gin, herring, and cheese.