Where the tulips blossom...

It's true... I can't get enough of tulips. Oddly, for someone so taken with the flowers of springtime, I strongly dislike the damp cold that accompanies their arrival. Like a child who hates eating brussel sprouts, I groan under the chilly freeze that numbs my hands. I would have tulips and warm summer sun ...

Ha! says the Father.

Armed with Linda's fingerless lilac mitts, I brave the foggy cold wrapped in the warmth of knitted love...