I feel like I am a kid again waiting for Christmas, except that I am waiting for my tulip delivery. Will it ever get here? Will the delivery person (Santa) find his way? The waiting is killing me. I have been good. Well, for me anyway. I am ready, my crates are all waiting for their delivery of beautiful tulip bulbs. The bulb room is ready, or will be when I need to to be, says Paul….please get here soon. I am besides myself. And we all know that patience is not one of my finer suits.
Besides waiting for my bulb delivery I really don’t have anything exciting to report. My seed order from Johny’s seems to be taking the scenic tour of God knows where. From Maine, it has taken over a week to be delivered, and each time I pull up the delivery schedule, it is delayed. If you guys who are hoping to get Christmas presents delivered before Easter, good luck. It is an especially long flight from Albion Maine, to Hancock NH, via the north pole, the Falkland Islands, Australia, Guam….Argh!!!!
So. Here I am waiting. Tulip bulbs, seeds, spring….but hey, I have a building permit that will expire in 20 days. Yup. Don’t get me going.
Did say that patience is not in my DNA?
