Tulips

I got my own Easter surprise yesterday. Last fall I decided to finally throw my hat into the flower planting ring and plopped some bulbs into the ground, figuring they didn't stand a chance.

Low and behold, late March, some leaves wiggled out of the ground. After watching the closed buds for a few weeks stubbornly refuse to open on a bright Easter morn they finally did just that.

 Feed me, Seymour! Feed me!

They look like satin in the sun.

And a few of the other flowers from the previous owners popping up so they don't get jealous of all the tulip attention.

Spring's here and she's brought a pomegranate gun.