Cut Tulips

I stopped by my cardiologist's office yesterday afternoon for a little check-up and a smell of these tulips. You know-- time for an oil and plugs' change and a little tune-up. While I sat in my truck later and updated Elenka and sis in Oregon, I watched sleet bounce its way across the windshield and hood. I said to myself-- well. I have tomorrow's post. Those cut flowers must make an appearance. They are upbeat and positive. I remember my first visit to a florist's shop ever. It was Meloon's on Washington Avenue, and guess what; it's STILL there. I was overwhelmed with the aroma of cut flowers and growing plants in the dead of a Maine winter. I was there to help get some flowers for Mom, but I still can't get that image of 'flowers flourishing in snow' out of my mind. Was it possible? Flowers in winter? I was simply amazed... and amazed still that I remember that distant day.