It's early still in northern Washington, in sleepy towns like La Conner and Mount Vernon, bulbs just waking up in midwinter spring.
Every year the rite continues, pilgrims come, first the daffodils, and then the tulips, cut for the taking, like a Parisian shopkeeper's window.
Like those before us, we trudge through mud for a fleeting fragile beauty. Ninja. Ad Rem. Orange Emperor. Apeldoorn. Carpets of blue hyacinths. They are all here.
Bouquets will do for now, arms filled with vibrance, soon to be gone.


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Those photos help : )
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Congrats on the EP!