Tulip Pulling. . . tasting. . .
Singing to the tulips. . .
sitting in the tulips
scooting thru the tulips
The tulip season has been longer than usuall this year for some. . .
On my birthday last year my honey gave me a bag of tulip bulbs and we planted them for a family home evening activity this past fall. This is the kind of faith I understand. My sweet angel sang to the flowers and helped them to grow, and then one afternoon something happened to all the petals, I am sure it was not the wind. I did need a few minuites to get dinner ready and let my sweet pea loose in the back yard. She has taken several of them to Grandpa. . . she has not stopped picking flowers since.
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