I think I have milked all the life out of my tulips in one short week. My bursts of springtime color in the house have seen better days.
The once proud and tall pink tulips are beginning to droop.
But they are hanging in there as best they can. The petals are wide open all of the time, but so far, I’ve managed to keep them alive.
Which is more than I can say for the purple tulips. They have definitely seen better days. In fact, these poor little flowers started to wilt the second I brought them into the house. What is up with that? Never mind the fact we don’t get much direct sunlight in our yard, let alone in the house. Purple majesty, I barely knew ye.
And although we had an unprecedented 5 days of sun last week, my sun-thirsty lavender hangs it’s little floral heads in defeat. I’ve been moving this guy from window to window, trying to keep it happy. All I wanted was to ride out a burst of spring color long enough for the snow to melt, so I could transplant them outdoors. But apparently, my shady house and I repel plant life. Let’s hope it warms up soon, if for nothing else than for the lavender’s sake.
We are so in need of spring weather here that we’re taking matters into our own hands. The first sure sign of spring at our house is the appearance of sticks, pucks, and a couple of small nets at the edge of our driveway. So this weekend, we decided to will springtime to come Up North by commencing with our street hockey season.
It’s a family affair. And when all of our friends and neighbors aren’t fleeing to warmer climates for Spring Break, it quickly becomes a neighborhood affair.
Hubby demonstrates perfect passing form for the boys to emulate. He’s all about showing them the proper technique.
Son #2 patiently waits for his Daddy to quit hot-doggin’ and pass him the ball. 😉 And yes, after a long, snowy winter, 40 degrees and sunny is grounds for running around in shirtsleeves.
Son #3 is not quite as patient when he waits for a shot on goal. He has a habit of heckling the other players while he waits because he prefers to be in the middle of the action.
Eventually, Son #1 gets tired of #3’s griping, so he takes a turn in net. He’s pretty good, which may or may not be related to the fact that he’s big enough to take up the whole net. He is not above heckling his Daddy about not being able to score on him.
And then sulks for a second after his Daddy whizzes a ball right by him and into the net. Hubby doesn’t cut a net-minder much slack.
The Baby marches around the play area with a very large stick, giving his own little play by play. This is the first time that he is able to play outdoor games with his older brothers, so he is thrilled to be a part of the “big kid” action. Of course we have to keep a few extra balls around, because you never know when he will claim one as his own and walk off with it. Being an 18 month old, the Baby thinks that everything is “mine.”
The kids are happy to be able to run around without being dressed like the Stay-Puff Marshmallow Man in order to keep warm. I’m happy that the weather is nice enough that everyone can get out and play together. The hockey is fun, but the impromptu displays of brotherly love are definitely my favorite moments.