Tulips in the Sun

Last week I borrowed Erika’s pink tulips in Ohio and put the vase outside in the snow to photograph the contrast.

Perhaps you saw that post.

My sister is the one who said, “Buy Spring flowers like the Germans did when you lived in Germany” and I took her advice.

This morning I went to the market to get some fresh produce and a bunch of tulips was 4.99 which I thought was well worth it. They’re from Virginia.

What a different feeling a bouquet of Spring tulips can bring to your spirit.

“We lost an hour of winter”, Mary told me when we set the clocks forward.

This afternoon the sun came in through the dining room window but it didn’t hit the table so I put the vase on the floor to catch the light.

Hope for Imminent Spring could be another title.

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p.s. My sister wrote an early email after she saw the Tulips in the Sun post to ask me   “did you remember to put the 3 pennies in the water?  It make the tulips last longer. Hint from the Brooklyn Botanic Garden.”

Tulips in the sun
and Happy Monday Birthday to my dear friend V. xxoo

13 thoughts on “Tulips in the Sun

  1. Ruth, your sister is correct! We get beautiful flowers from Costco every week and just one bouquet of any flower makes everyone
    in the house happier! But, I do miss Michael bringing me flowers from a roadside stand on his way home while we were in Germany!!
    Love your yellow tulips!

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  2. “Hope for imminent spring” – now THAT’s perfect!! The tulips are beautiful and beautifully captured. We had a spring day with short sleeves today – Woo Hoo – it’s time!!!

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