Spring is like a freight train barreling at us as we maintain our confinement. My tulip plantings are oblivious to our human turmoil. That makes them even more special to us and we should glory in them.



Spring is like a freight train barreling at us as we maintain our confinement. My tulip plantings are oblivious to our human turmoil. That makes them even more special to us and we should glory in them.