I'm writing this post on a cold, gloomy day. They threaten it will be warm, but it wasn't when I went to the gym and it's not any warmer now. Or brighter. Maybe it will be by the day this post actually hits. But right now, we are talking gray. Seriously gray.
So, I bring spring inside and play with the tulip photos I took a few days ago (when we actually did that tease called sunshine).
To me, daffodils and crocuses herald the start of spring, but tulips -- and by this, I mean the tulips growing outside, not at Trader Joe's -- tulips herald the fact that spring is here to stay.
So, when I need a dose of hope, I trundle off to whatever store is closest and pick up a bunch.
Perhaps its their showy blooms...
...or their beautiful colors.
Perhaps it is the way they look deep inside.
Is it their striping?
The way they unfold?
Or is it simply by the time tulips start to appear in the stores, I am starved for their beauty?
I'm not sure about that, but I am pretty sure I'm not alone! Recent posts I've discovered from too many of you to name have featured this showy bloom in various incarnations. And really, didn't you feel good to have these flowers in your space? I know I did!
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