I dated and was briefly engaged to this guy my office called Mr. Tulips. It got to be a laugh around the office how often I received tulips and how many containers ended up on my desk. It seems David knew I loved tulips so he thought his buying choice was locked solid for a while. After we broke up...I couldn't stand tulips for a while as they became a symbol of his lack of originality. I decided peonies would henceforth be "my flower". They are girly, lacey and a bit more difficult to get. They were not predictible like tulips or roses.
Then, I fell back in love with tulips. I love the delicate veins of color in the petals and the colors - both light and bright. I do think you can get tulips in almost any color. Like daisies, they're happy. And you have to think of the romance of them...two lips.
And despite my foreclaimed dislike of Valentine's Day...I am a romantic at heart. I love the sudden bursts of unpredictibility that love can bring - the knowing looks, the covert handholding, the silliness that the rush of new love can bring as well as the warmth and merlot toned depths of mature, long lasting love.
Okay, obviously I've overdosed on too much chocolate today. Since I'm packing, I haven't been able to get out and venture on a photowalk. So, I'm still taking pictures of my tulips...sorry folks. There will be something besides boring shots of pretty flowers soon. Right now I'm dealing with a failing fridge, figuring out how to pare down my things, and what to leave out until the last minute. It's enough to make my head spin.
Keep on keeping on all - I know all the news tells is lately is it's bad out there...try to hang on. Hopefully better times will be here soon.