Tulips

Grant and I were married on a snowy February day. The icy weather was in direct contrast to our surroundings; a greenhouse filled with beautiful plants and flowers. I carried tulips, because roses were simply out of the question. Getting married 4 days after Valentine's Day pretty much assures that!

My bouquet was mixed colours with a single blue iris nestled among them. Spring flowers have always been my favourite. I love summer roses too, but there is something about the first flowers after a long cold winter that lifts the spirit completely.

For ages, Grant has been after me to plant tulips in the fall, so we can have a riot of colour in early spring. We have a few intrepid bulbs in our garden already, but they haven't been blooming as regularly or in the profusion we would like. The other day, Grant came home with three boxes of bulbs from the supermarket. Which, since I probably will never get around to the nursery to do this properly, was just going to have to do.

Yesterday was cold and very damp from all the rain we have been having. But the rain took a break, so we bundled up and planted bulbs. Yay! Just knowing those little guys were under the ground, just waiting for spring sunshine made me smile.

I got home from work today and noticed that the dirt around the areas we planted looked a bit dug up. I investigated and discovered one lone bulb with its insides neatly scooped out. It took me several moments of reflection before I hit on the culprit. Damn squirrels!

I will, of course, tell Grant. He will, of course, insist we need to plant more bulbs. *sigh* I hate furry creatures of nature.