I wrote here earlier in the spring, how excited I was for the great tulip bloom of 2015. And it was awesome. Beautiful blooms filled my yard.
One by one, though, they started to disappear.
I noticed petals in the driveway, so I asked my husband. He pleaded ignorance. I asked my older two kids if they had picked them and they both said no.
I had one more suspect, my on year old, but he doesn’t talk much. The next day, I was weeding my front bed and up toddles my youngest with a handful of freshly picked tulips. A red one, a yellow one, and a precious cream colored one. With a big smile he handed them to me.
It was really a bittersweet moment. I explained to him that flowers should stay where they are but he didn’t understand. Oh well, there’s always next year.
On a side note, my spring plants are in and beautiful. We’ve eaten asparagus everyday this week. The lettuce is just about ready to be eaten and peas are starting to get flowers.
It’s a good time of year.