“Pursue some path, however narrow and crooked, in which you can walk with love and reverence.”
~ Henry David Thoreau
We’re still in the depths of Redbud winter here in The Bluegrass, and some of these purple tulips got so cold they turned white. We’re not done with the cold, so sayeth the weathermen. Poor little tulips. At this rate they’ll all be white by the weekend. I like white tulips (I like ’em all, truth be told). I even like the subdued temps. I’m pretty happy this season, despite this cold <cough cough>. Bring on the frozen tulips!
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