Tiptoe Through The Tulips, and Asparagus

I certainly slept in on this cold gray day of drizzle. I was actually awake for hours, reading e-mail, news stories, etc. Our bed is so warm and cozy. Hubby had been up for hours and was eating breakfast. I made a sausage, cheese and tomato sandwich for me. Hubby had cancelled cleaning along the roadway, just too nasty to be out in this weather. He decided to continue the basement/workshop post flood organizing. I offered to help if necessary but those concrete floors are murder on my knees. The feeders were empty; I fed the birds and noticed all the asparagus stalks by these tulips. This must be the week we are normally in WV because in the past, it has gone to seed before I could cut it. Birds deposited asparagus seeds in this garden and two others years ago. One of their most used feeders is just above these tulips. When we first moved here, I had an asparagus bed in the formal garden. The roots have since died. I cleaned the kitchen, and started packing food for the WV trip. Just as I got ready to call her, my sister called me to talk about our groceries. We do things like this often- on the same wavelength I guess. Anyway, I updated our spreadsheet based on her inventory of the freezer in WV. We made lunch and soon have to get ready for Mass. Parker stopped by to borrow the chainsaw. We discussed his lacrosse team’s big 11-4 win last night in the pouring rain. He was pleased we stayed home. That boy - he is now the property manager of a building complex in the next county to the north. He also has the grounds maintenance contract for a new restaurant near our neighborhood. He had his future BIL cleaning up that area today. I simply cannot remember that this kid is still in high school. Sure wish a few of my other grandchildren were as industrious. Looking forward to a warming bowl of soup later and a chance to read more of a new book. Wishing you shelter from the elements. Stay safe. Thanks for your visit.
“In the dance of spring, tulips are the happiest performers, swirling with vibrant delight.” – William Wordsworth