One of my favorite things about flying back to the East Coast in the Spring is the bright, green grass, flowers that seem to bloom wherever they wish, and the fresh smell of rain.

While we were out East, just a few weeks ago, I took these pictures of the tulips that had bloomed right outside my sisters front porch.

These tulips reminded me of a time when my siblings and I were younger. We lived in a huge, old house with four acres of land– enough to roam around all day long. With four acres of land, came much grass to cut; especially when Spring arrived. So what did my Pops do, but rally up his five children and put them to work. We would do everything from weeding to pushing the lawnmower to riding the lawnmower. On many occasions, we’d have the responsibility of cutting the grass out in the front of our house. Well my father, who did not have many things that he called his own, cherished the 2 lone tulips that grew by our lamp post out in the front of our house. Every year he’d wait, expectantly, for them to bloom. And, when they did, he was always so excited. Except every once in a while, when he’d give his children the responsibility of cuttting the grass out front, something would happen. Upon surveying the fresh cut grass, he’d notice that the precious tulips had gone missing…

Where did they go, you ask?

Well, all I’m saying is, don’t leave your children to do the job of cutting your grass, if you don’t want your tulips cut down with them.

P.S.- I love you Poppies!