Never Mind The Tulips

I do not know why I even considered going again this time after last year's experince. I guess my husband had gotten his way with me as usual: planning outings with everybody else. Except me. And then telling me at the last moment.

So on the second day of Tulip festival, here we were, a group of five, half-dead and half asleep from a whole night's journey to see the tulips again only to find we were too early this time.

The long winter had not let the poor plants emerge in all their glory. Those who fought winter vanished, those who struggled, blossomed a flower or two here and there among the beds. The smartest were those who just wanted to be late-comers and were only beginning to form buds. To my utter disappointment again.

While returning, my friends ask me, what about next year? I thought to myself but did not utter a word then: Tulips!!! Do not even mention that word to me. Yet I know myself. Next year when my husband aks me , I will say: Well, let's go only if you are ready to wait till they all bloom together again.