Saturday, May 01, 2010
Why my husband is a really great catch
It snowed buckets this week. Buckets. (I need not point out that it's MAY, for crying out loud!) I should preface this by saying that Peter loves to ski. Within a week of finding out that we would be moving to Salt Lake City, his skis were already being shipped to our friendly neighborhood post office. The storms this week brought 33 inches of snow to the ski resort where he has a season pass. He went skiing most Saturdays of the season. But with all of the recent snow he could have gone skiing today and eked one final day out of his (very expensive) season pass. But he did not. Do you know what he did? He went to a Tulip Festival with me! It was lovely. (And now he's trying to figure out how to put the car seat in the car- what a good husband!)
I never realized how wonderful tulips are. Maybe because I've only seen them in a vase. Or maybe it's the contrast between the dead brown of winter and the vibrant colors of spring that make them such a feast for the eyes. We went to a huge garden called Thanksgiving Point where Tulips of all make and model are blooming. We didn't know if we'd get to go because the whether was iffy. It was snowing (Snowing!) on our way but things cleared up and it ended up being very nice if a little cold.
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