Do you ever get the feeling your plants are trying to tell you something? I feel so connected to my spring bulbs, it's almost like they're sending me messages by tulipathy. See what I mean?
This is my only clump of glorious tulips (out of dozens) that will bloom this year. They were clearly rejoicing, smiling in the sunshine this afternoon, awaiting my return from Cincinnati. I was so happy to see them!
In the backyard, another fate awaited the only other tulips that were intact when I left Sunday morning. They seemed to be telling me they are somewhat perturbed at the groundhog and, if they're honest, at me for not protecting them!
Resolution reached: I have officially resolved to accept the situation and no longer plant tulips, sacrificing the ones that exist (except the yellow clump out front, please leave me that yellow clump!) without further bloom expectations. I'll instead add more hyacinths and daffodils for color next season.
Details and photos of the Cincy Flower Show and Cox Arboretum will follow in a few days after I catch my breath, unpack, watch my Coronation Street omnibus, and, oh yeah, go to that windowless room where time spent is exchanged for money gained.
Edit: I may have slightly modified the lyrics to Lene Lovich's "Telepathy" to get "Tulipathy." Allow me to apologize in advance.