Tulips and narcissi filling the kitchen with the sweet scent of spring. The tulips, pink and deep purple,are standing up straight like guardsmen on parade protected by the lovely green sheaves of their leaves. They are in a tall green and white vase thatwas a 21st birthday present. They will last a few more days before, like the beautiful pale pink ones from Mothering Sunday, I shall come in one morning to find them gracefully bending over, almost falling out of the vase, but beautiful still in their old age. I could wish my old age to be like that of the tulips.