Where have all the bright red tulips gone ?
There's something very girly about Spring this year .
Working , as I do , all day with knee-high pink glittery people ( not the boys , usually.... though there is one who insists on wearing the feather-trimmed pink lurex number from the dressing up box with a top hat and his fireman's axe ) , I should have become immune to rosyposyness .
Maybe it's to do with how cold and late Spring is this year , but the only plants in people's gardens seem to be all palely blushing and giggly .
The wellington boots in the Fabric Fair this week were frilly
and even the Easter Bunny seems to discovered ballet slipper pink
To counteract all this I'm going to listen to a Russian male choir tonight
and read something manly . I'll have to dig past all the jazz musician's biographies and books on Africa , astronomy and heraldry on Husband's book shelves .
Perhaps a gardening book? At least I'd be ready to grow my own red tulips next year .