These are the first tulips of the season gracing my table. I bought them at the market yesterday on a 50% reduction. That’s how we roll. Yesterday, you could see just a hint of color. This morning was another matter entirely.
Now I want all the tulips in the land. They’re a nice contrast to snow on the ground.
In Other News ~
When I’m not paint prepping more this weekend, I’m going to be marathoning Downton Abbey Season 6. Don’t tell me anything.
And starting tomato seeds indoors. I do this with trepidation, because we’re having a very wintry spring. Frankly, I’m not sure the last frost date for Toronto will be May 9th this year.
G-Man is building me another garden crypt. A shallower garden crypt.
It may be where I’ll bury the bunny body, aka Baby Undead Bunny. Just kidding. Mebbe. That baby bun from last year I thought would’ve moved on by now. Looking for a fluffle. But no. It’s still hanging out in my back garden. And she/he/it has grown.
Bigger bunny poop.
And bunny poop has become G-Pup’s crack.
Burbville homesteading doesn’t get much better than this.
Tell me your weekend plans. They’ve got to be infinitely more interesting that mine.
Here be Friday.
Grab it by the fluffle.
You know what to do. Meet you in the bar in 3…2…1…