As we passed this grove Excellent Rachmaninoff came to a point. I couldn't see anything at first, and so sighted along his muzzle with my camera.
|Grove where Rocky Pointed|
|Bright Yellow Tulip|
I am particularly impressed with the unusual color of these tulips. These were planted in Main Lady's yard by Flopsy and Mopsy. I think they bought several hundred bulbs and spent several weekends in October planting them.
I've run into a few men who question my masculinity and sexual preferences in rather crude terms because I enjoy flowers and classical music. To these tobacco chewing idiots I say: Bite me.