One morning on my way to work back in February or March, I passed a house fire. The fire was under control, and there were fire trucks and police everywhere, lot's of smoke and steam, and an acrid burnt smell in the air.
Thankfully no-one was home and there were no casualties.
The little house was completely destroyed. Nothing left but the basement walls.
The snow has gone now, spring is here, summer's on it's way and I was happy to see a few brave Tulips had managed to survive the flames.
The moral of the story: I guess you just can't keep a good Tulip down!