Victimized

Each year, we eagerly await their arrival. This year was a little slow-going though, due to the late snows and all the rain early in the season. Each morning before I go to my car, I check on their progress, seeing who's pushing up through the mulch. On weekend mornings, Travis and I, coffee and tea cups in hand, take a stroll around the house, observing who's coming up where, reminding each other of what plants were moved, and where the new bulbs went in.

And each year it happens. The daffodils come up first, happily blooming in the sunshine as the day lily greens push up and expand their territory (as planned), and the tulips, yes the tulips, their green leaves perk on up and we watch, full of hope that it might not happen this year, that things might be different for a change. But alas, it seems inevitable...the disappointment, the horror, the false hope...

It appears to be a beautiful sunny day in the garden, but don't be fooled. Take a closer look...

Still not convinced that there is victimization occuring? Look on...

Note the clean-cut stem on the left...

Oh poor little tulips, we pay you tribute...