T.: One Tulip, and Peeling Paint

Sunday, April 6, 2014

One Tulip, and Peeling Paint

Only one, because I never dug them up in the fall and separated them.
And peeling paint that will not get repainted, because the garage is falling down.

That's how it is.
And it's okay.

6 comments:

Cro MagnonApril 6, 2014 at 8:42 PM
Today in Seattle.
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MelApril 7, 2014 at 6:04 AM
It is lovely. My tulip foliage has just emerged. I am waiting.
Thanks for the preview.
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JohnApril 7, 2014 at 11:52 AM
Picture makes me smile
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ElizabethApril 7, 2014 at 9:33 PM
Well, that's just about perfect.
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TaraApril 8, 2014 at 8:59 AM
bellissima!
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FoxessaApril 8, 2014 at 12:37 PM
It's like a lipstick -- I wish I could find one of that exact shade.
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