For the love of tulips
We are experiencing one of the coldest winters on record here in good old Western New York. It's too cold to venture outside for any longer than the time it takes to get in and out of the car. While the snow has been frequent and often abundant, and we are always sun deprived these winter months, it is the bitter cold that has been the hardest thing to endure this particular winter. March has been no exception; in fact, it has gotten only colder as the weeks have passed. There have been one or two days above 30 degrees, but most days are freezing--literally. As a result, the little buds of peonies and daffodils that are the first to poke their heads out of the ground have been shy. On days when I can brave the wind chill, I've looked through our flower beds to see any semblance if green coming out of the ground. Every year those little growths of green are a profound symbol of hope and rebirth. No matter how cold or snowy it is, when I see something growing in my flower gar...