As fate would have it, the deer that cruise our neighborhood have made a trail along the south side of the street. Turns out, tulips are one of their favorite springtime morsels and even though the north side of the street had hundreds of them throughout the month of April, the deer didn’t diverge from their trail….even down to the very last blossom in my front yard. I sighed. I swore. I muttered and wailed. And before the summer’s end, I will fully surrender – dig up the bulbs – and plant them safely in the back yard where our beloved pup can watch over future blooms. Meanwhile, sensing the inevitable a couple weeks ago, I started photographing the last standing tulip. Here’s what I came up with – for as long as it was there. Enjoy.