Everything this weekend was about the beauty of spring. The tulips are everywhere you look, running late for the season, but, I won't complain. The eggs are all colored and so very happy looking, it is not so much the eggs that make me happy as much as what the coloring of the eggs brings together. It's Family and friends. It's all about the people in our lives, around our lives, besides our lives...However it is presented, I'll take it.
You do know that the tulips are once a year and I cannot help but, try to get the most mileage out of them. There are over 3,000 registered varieties, subdivided into fifteen groups: flower type, size, and blooming period of the tulip. To be fair, all of the ones you see above and below are blooming in this period of time. That's all I got.
I lean towards the bright or unusual, but, I have not had that much luck with some of the unusual-looking ones. They weren't coming up as pretty as the picture on the front of the bulb package. So, I stopped buying them after a while and just admired them from afar. I would see them in formal gardens or gardens tended by professionals. Maybe it was my soil?
They could be too deep, they could be too shallow. Shallow allows them to be a tasty treat for an inquisitive squirrel. They love these nutritious little snacks. It could be too wet, which will rot the bulbs, which actually was a problem for a while. They are such fussy little bulbs... but are they really?
Thank you to @galenkp who found this song, which fits perfectly...
Could it really just be me? Let's see. I found through reading that one of the biggest problems is bulb quality. I have to be honest, I didn't pay that much attention to the quality of the bulbs. Does it really matter?
It really does. The quality of your bulbs has a direct impact on what comes up in your garden. When you receive your bulbs, they should feel firm and almost heavy for their size — I compare them to a potato or onion. If they do, they have been stored correctly from their delivery point.
Just like other tubers, the bulbs come in different sizes. I always go for the largest of that variety. Bigger bulb = more food stored to keep the bulb healthy. Of course, like people, so are naturally smaller and there is nothing wrong with them. but, we are talking about the same variety, just smaller growth. Go big or go home!
Geting back to those people from today, picking out friends is a little like the bulbs. You want good quality people. Someone that gives and takes. Easy keepers. Although friendship is fun, like anything else, you have to nourish it and water it with love every once in a while. I guess it is that way with all living things, be it plants or animals, or even people. A little love goes a long way.
All I have are my words, armed in my mind, written in pen, stand by stand. Oh, yes. Still by hand. It has a different feel. Altered not by keys, backspace, and delete, I write, erase, tear it to pieces and start all over again. And again.
It’s my way. I walk out to the deep end of the page and dive right in.
The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Robert Frost
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