Friday, March 27, 2009

Reflecting on the Loss of my Tulips

Yesterday my potted tulips were ruthlessly attacked and gnawed to death by some mystery fiend while Ross and I were out running errands. I haven't quite recovered from the shock yet. These weren't just any tulips, these were tulips I've had and nurtured since they were naked little bulbs last fall, so I was sort of, you know, invested.

This gardening thing has been more emotional than I expected! I had to cut back the weaker lavender shoots in my seed starter today and, seriously, I felt guilty about it! And when Ross and I were talking about flying to Raleigh to spend a week with his family I thought, I can't go, my plants need me!

I think this may just be latest manifestation of the old biological clock tick, tick, ticking away. My hormones are clamoring for a baby and, in the absence of one, are willing to accept leafy green substitutes. Weird. Oh well, it could be worse - at least I'm not collecting baby dolls or dressing my cats in tiny jumpers.


Andy said...

I'm really sorry about your tulips.
You'll have to find a store that had cheap, not to intrusive (green) plastic mesh fencing. But,on the brighter side, you're the best writer in the blogosphere.

Lauren said...

Gardening can be rough that is why I try to do as little of it as possible.

If you're looking for something to nurture, get a puppy or maybe a nanny job. Might help.

Friar Tuck said...

My wife wanted to get a sweater for my dog. I said no. dog is determined to work against my best plant intentions. Grrrr.

Kimberly Cangelosi said...

We're definitely gonna pick up some of that fencing when we plant the veggies!

Lauren, I see what you are saying but that wasn't exactly my point. To me a dog isn't any better than a tulip when what I really want is to be a mom. Personally, I'm at that stage (and age!) in my life when playing house isn't enough any more. I'm ready for the real thing :)

Clint, your dog (so cute, btw) actually goes out in the snow so a sweater might make some sense for him!

soldiermoses said...

-at least I'm not collecting baby dolls or dressing my cats in tiny jumpers. -

That clock is ticking too.

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