Yes, the heat is on. Not the real heat---that remains elusive and distant, a vague memory with no clear beginning or end. What I mean is the heat of tulip season, the race to keep up with the blooming beauties. Once they begin to color up, there is no more time to savor my cup of coffee, no time to sleep ten more minutes, no time to drool over hot canadian speed skaters looking so good in those unitards.
Must pick the tulips! I've taken to driving around town with them in the back seat after havesting. They are such partying fools. Our neighbors out in Roxboro have no idea what to make of it.
Yes, the heat is on. Not the real heat---that remains elusive and distant, a vague memory with no clear beginning or end. What I mean is the heat of tulip season, the race to keep up with the blooming beauties. Once they begin to color up, there is no more time to savor my cup of coffee, no time to sleep ten more minutes, no time to drool over hot canadian speed skaters looking so good in those unitards. 
Must pick the tulips! I've taken to driving around town with them in the back seat after havesting. They are such partying fools. Our neighbors out in Roxboro have no idea what to make of it.
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There is hope after all. Can spring be far behind. Thanks for the glimpse of color.
Dee
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