The Pops and I went rotating again and ended up in a tulip field in the Carolina Slate Belt of the Piedmont Plateau of North Carolina, just a 40 minute drive northwest of Charlotte.
As an Anthophile, the tulip is my favorite flower. I know, right? Anthophile! Google it.
My fave would be the Estella Rijnveld tulip because 1. Anna Pavord, in her raging best-seller The Tulip, says it "looks like raspberry ripple ice-cream" which I love, and 2. Online it is described as having a "whirling dervish intensity," which is SO me. (My X bio includes "artist, vagabond, whirling dervish...")
I consulted the Hortus Bulborium to find that while tulips date back to the 16th century, they Had a magnificent comeback in the Dutch Tulipomania of the 1630s. Tulipomania! I know, right? I'm in Heaven.
One last significant thought. In 1920, brown tulips were in fashion. The Dom Pedro grew in fame due to its coloring. I'd like me a Dom Pedro tulip on account of it reminds me of the steak burrito at Don Pedro's.
The tulips I planted six years ago bloomed a few years and quit, to my great dismay. But I just learned that I should dig up the bulbs in Summer and store them in a dark cool place, replanting them in late Fall. AND because it's so hot here, I should put the bulbs in the fridge 8 weeks before replanting. They love that! So when you come over for a Fall picnic, be careful what you eat out of my fridge. I'm just sayin'.
Back to today and my fresh cut tulips from Patterson's. I found out that they will last a lot longer if I do one of the following: toss a little vodka in the vase, put ice cubes in the vase, OR put a copper (pre 1982) penny in the vase. And this is just my thought here, if you put a penny in the vase, make a wish as you toss it in.


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