I deem it next to sacrilege to say this out loud, much less put it in print to be seen by anyone. I don't care for tulips! I don't know why. It's irrational for someone who spends hours trying to find the perfect flower shot to admit an abhorrence for a blooming plant, but there you have it. 38 years ago, when we moved into this house, there were two red tulip plants on the side. I was younger then. Tolerance was much more likely. I figured if I ignored them, they would eventually die. Wrong. About ten years ago, a little less forgiving, I dug down and eliminated the bulbs...or so I thought. Next spring, two red tulips. I'm not much of a conspiracy theorist, but I'm thinking someone sneaked in under dark of night and planted them. It is now a battle of wills. I'm hoping benign neglect will be their undoing. And yet, coming home today...
And I'm not sure, but upon closer inspection, I could swear it's laughing at me!
Live long and prosper, tulip...without my help!
And you, my readers, live long and prosper with my help and my love!