Tulips

Out and about the last few days and with this great 70 something weather, can't help but notice Spring in Nebraska. Beautiful flowering trees...stores with plants once again...gorgeous flower beds everywhere...a lack of coats...pretty girls in shorts...and tulips. Beautiful, exotic...tulips.

They are exotic to me because I grew up in Florida, and one simply can't grow tulips in Florida. Something to do with frost, or freezing, or lazyass gardeners...I don't know. I'm sure someone will enlighten me as to the reason. But that's not what this post is about. It's about my love of the tulip.

One of the better reasons to live in this climate is the annual tulip outburst...and the ensuing parade of color. I love it. However, when the annual bulbs begin to present their new selves, there is something else that comes to my pickled brain. Something from my young man days. Something I want to share with you. So I went ahunting on YouTube...and I found it...this thing that is embedded in my grayest matter...and screams at me when I see tulips. I truly hate that it takes over and insinuates itself in my life at this time of year. But, we are the sum total of our past...and can't escape it.

For your enjoyment...and especially for those of you who are too young to remember, the epitome of tulipness: