My little buddies greeted me with a bloom today.
A BLOOM I SAY! From my tulips. Can you believe it?
Because I am Cliff Wilson's daughter. Now the proof is there for the whole world to see. Right in my front flowerbed.
Speaking of Cliff, he's coming to town this weekend and I can't wait to show him my success. Then I'm going to take him to Thanksgiving Point to show him all that I can become with this tulip growing gig.
Maybe we'll even plan a trip to Denmark. To see more tulips. And eat dutch oven of course.
Goodness I think that my experiment with truth has just led me to.....the truth!
My father isn't Scottish at all. He's Dutch! Like the guy on the paint can. After all, he can grow tulips like they do the the motherland...and he can cook like one too! Cliff can make magic happen with just a few briquettes and one of his little black cast iron pots. No other ingredients needed. Just a dutch oven a few pieces of charcoal.
So since I am Cliff Wilson's daughter....and I've successfully managed a bloom....I guess this makes me Dutch too.
Think I can cook a cobbler like one?
I think this warrants a trip to Smith and Edwards where they "sell anything....if you can find it", including dutch ovens. Smith and Edwards is Cliff's favorite place to shop and where Mr. Thompson wanted to do our bridal registry....which is exactly why we didn't have a bridal registry (or a reception for that matter).
Do you think it's it too late?