Damn! As I get older it seems spring gets faster. Nothing makes that feel more apparent, then getting on a plane in the middle of gardening/farming mayhem. But you see it's my parents ( yes, both of them) 80th birthdays this May, and I'm flying home for a surprise party. No better excuse to interrupt my spring rhythm.
Maybe by the time I get back the tulips will be done and I won't feel so hateful.
One more reason to hate tulips:

The way too loud "Banja Luka". Silly!