There is nothing like picking your first bouquet of the season. The spurts of color around our yard such as creeping phlox, myrtle, pansies, and primrose are admirable, but unpickable. Yesterday, I finally got to grab my pruners and head outside to cut flowers: a purple tulip, grape hyacinths, and a few sprigs of broom. Even Stevie is captivated by the colors.
Monday I walked in the door tonight and dinner was made! I have to confess something and you can’t tell my parents: I love brussel sprouts. Add a little olive oil and some creative spices (Chris used a spice mixture from Oleana, the most amazing restaurant ever), and these little nutritious bundles taste so delicious (and load you up with Vitamin C, A, B6 and other great stuff). Today (ahem–meatless Monday might I remind you), I would like to share with you a photo of one of my revered tulips. It is oh so close to blooming, yet beautiful even without the color. Tulips are like graceful sculptures with their long, sweeping leaves. Their colors are dramatic and, sadly, short-lived. I think this is what makes them special and what makes us enjoy them so very much. They are little reminders to enjoy the important moments in life, even if they don’t last long.
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