Tulips in Paso Robles

There was an empty house on stilts on Vine Street in Paso. The grass was patchy and overgrown in some places, bricks were piled destined to be part of the chimney or fence.

Yet, the house too was a work in progress, her fences kept most strangers out while her foundation was reinforced. Her windows were boarded ensuring that her vulnerable interior was protected. Her exterior showed her age with her peeling paint interrupted with failing siding.

But there they were, bulbs that didn't know anything but that the air had turned cooler and the warmth of the sun lingered only in the morning just after it passed the front windows.