Matt brought a surprise home the other day, a bit of spring amid all of this gray. (I love rainy days, but I am pining for a bit of sunshine.) A lovely pot of white tulips to keep us company through the last leg of winter.

Tulips are one of my favorite flowers…they start out so perfectly straight and collected – then suddenly they can’t contain themselves any longer and they explode outward. In a way, they reflect the inner conflict sometimes experienced when trying to behave just so. Eventually you burst and let your true self take over. That release can be somewhat chaotic, but always beautiful.

Here’s to the coming spring.