sprung

      I really should have done this some time ago and I would have if I had known it could be done. I'd never heard of forcing bulbs during the winter. We have such long winters and our springs are ... well they're spring in an entirely different sense of the word. The days are sunnier and bluer and the air is crisp like sunshine Popsicles and, yes, it's spring but I can't trick myself into thinking that it's the spring I long for - magnolia blossoms and tulips and limey leaves and all the etcetera, etcetera of that. Spring is my favourite season. I've considered changing my favourite season to, I don't know, something else since I've moved here. However, that grumpy discomfort with things being as they are but not as I wish they were may have all changed. My mom-in-law gave me some tulip bulbs and said what could be and pointed to a book and a magazine with a how-to and I wondered why I had never heard of this before. Tulips to be had! Here! In the Knife! So wish me luck because I'm thrilled spitless. Ten little bulbs in five little pots are hiding in the deep down of my refrigerator and in three months whilst you are whistling at daffodils and green grass in your short-sleeve shirts, mittens long-forgotten in a box marked WINTER and memories of shovelling snow fade away maybe, just maybe, I'll be enjoying a little spring of my own.