My tulips are blooming!
Aside from a few stems that snapped under the weight of the snow, our recent freak snowstorm had little noticeable effect on the flowers. Thank the good Lord.
By the bye, did you know that for a time as a child Audrey Hepburn subsisted primarily on tulip bulbs during WWII in her occupied home of Holland to avoid starvation? It was the one interesting fact I was able to glean from an otherwise dull biography of the actress. I tell you what, it takes raw talent to make her life seem so boring, but that author did it. Terribly impressive. And impressively terrible.
Let's take a little tulip tour around the yard, shall we?
More Orange Impressions! I think!
Viktor propping up the almost-spent hyacinths and more Red Impressions!
Doesn't this picture give you instant daydreams about our favorite Viking gnome skulking through the flowers, singing "Tiptoe Through the Tulips" in a creepy falsetto, decapitating demon rabbits with nary a break in stride or melody?
No? Just me?
The new grill/smoker. Derek calls it "our" new grill the same way I call them "our" flowers.
I wasn't real gung-ho on getting a new one at first, but I guess I understand why he got tired of taking his life in his hands every time he had to wrestle the lid off our old, rusty, hinge-fell-off grill. Apparently those lids get super hot when you cook in the contraptions. Who knew, right? It was a hand-me-down grill (or as I liked to call it, our heirloom grill) that had surpassed its life expectancy, anyway.
Derek's excited about his new, masculine cooking toy, and its found a perfect home on top of the old cistern. Sure, we had to dig up some lilies that grew right under the side charcoal-fire-holder-thingy (that's a technical term), but they really should have been divided long ago. I separated them into seven sizable clumps and scattered them around the yard.
And guess what? Our last snowman finally finished melting yesterday!