March 6, 2010

Tulips.

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14 comments:

Toy said...

Beautiful. Thank you.

It's spring fever. That is what the name of it is. And when you've got it, you want - oh, you don't quite know what it is you do want, but ...it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so! ~Mark Twain

Matt Brown said...

Shhhh. If we're going to tiptoe, let's do it quietly.

edutcher said...

I take it there's a flower show in your neck of the woods. I just don't see you as a hothouse rose.

Meade, maybe.

Matt Brown said...

Shhhh. If we're going to tiptoe, let's do it quietly.

If the picture is any indication, you're too young to know about that.

k said...

FORCED tulips. No less beautiful.

Eric said...

What's better than a rose on your piano?

Trooper York said...

Tulips on your organ.

But she better do it right or Theo will be pissed.

Lem said...

From the spam vault.

When Reagan was president
we had Bob Hope and Johnny Cash..

Now we have Obama, no hope and no cash.

peter hoh said...

Lem, Hope and Cash both departed in 2003.

Just sayin'.

peter hoh said...

Strong sun and 40 degreetemps have done wonders, but we're not seeing any plant action yet in the Twin Cities. Oh, there's a little green amidst the debris left behind by the snow melt, but it's not new growth.

On the north side of the house, there's 2 feet of snow cover.

Deborah said...

When Reagan was president
we had Bob Hope and Johnny Cash..



...and I still miss someone.

I wonder if they're sorry, for leaving what we'd begun?
wv: ingodalu.

Deborah said...
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Deborah said...

An absolutely beautiful day down south yesterday. Which means it will snow next weekend if the pattern is consistent.

wv: ovaitin. Birth control drug. Or, Yiddish word: "What are you doing here, Rebbe?" "Ovaitin for ze boos."

AllenS said...

Couple of days ago, I started noticing tom turkeys starting to fan and strut around. Spring is on its way.

kentuckyliz said...

Oestrus festivals. Resurrection to life after the death of winter. We know in our bones that death is not final. Spring always comes.