Why do I say that three year old's and tulips don't mix? Well, the tulips don't stand a chance. As soon as the tulips sprung up and flowered, my daughter has been breaking off the flower heads and bringing them to me.
"Look, Mom! A flower for you!" Asia says, holding out the top of a tulip with about 3 inches of stem.
Gasping and then eking out a smile, I say, "Thanks dear! It's beautiful! Let's not pick any more, okay?"
I'll then try to put the flower in a bowl of water, nevermind a vase. With only a few inches of stem, the flowers barely peek out of salsa jar. One day, I did have a pretty nice centerpiece from this small clay pot I had thrown and glazed in a pottery class and then five or six tulip heads. Again, I say heads due to the lack of the stem. The kids had fun taking the tulips out of the water and putting them back in, squashing some of the tulips down into the water. Tulip petals dropping everywhere.
I'm just glad someone's enjoying those flowers. Maybe not the people driving by the house or neighbors looking at our backyard. Besides yourself, that's who the flowers and general landscaping is for, right? Otherwise, we'd all have dirt or crabgrass in the front or maybe our own personal jungles. No mowing required.
I just remember early November, desperately burying all those bulbs. Luckily I got Zach to help out. He'd dig a hole, or make a dent in the dirt, that is. I'd dig deeper. He'd put the bulb in and help me cover it up. It was so cold and dark that night, but we had fun planting. Zach would run inside to warm up and then come back out to help me some more. At the end, I had no idea what I was planting, I just wanted to get those bulbs buried.
