to finally show you my
Three exclamation marks are totally justified.
Because of the pandemic I couldn't buy new tulips in a crowded store, nor hire our usual gardener to plant them. These are the overwintered tulips from last year. (Thanks, Anthony, for doing such a good job last May.) We've had two snows and frosty nights since the leaves first emerged, and I only weeded and watered. I don't really know what I'm doing. But...
TULIPS DON'T CARE.
They don't care whether there's a pandemic.
They don't care whether a professional gardener takes care of them.
They weren't going to miss their party for anything.
Yesterday, May 13, was Stevie Wonder's 70th birthday,
which I seem to have temporarily
Happy birthday to ya, Stevie, and many more!
Stevie is OVERJOYED, too.