With MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE… Tulips are EVERYWHERE here in Portland, out for all to see… Every color (except black ones – mama was really looking for some of those really dark-almost black ones and couldn’t find any – yes she’s kind of odd)… Big patches of them… Or just a few swaying in the breeze. Colors intermingling……
A true artist cannot control his artistic impulses. Yes, I re-dug my hole. There is just something about it, the placement, the depth, the communing with nature… And once again, dad filled it in. Dad, I’m really worried about you. I thought you shared my artistic impulses. I thought you UNDERSTOOD… But alas, no. My…
