I am beginning to understand the 17th century Dutch phenomenon of tulip fever.
I took my daughter to the garden this morning. She played with Tiny and looked for fairies. She announced that this was the very best thing I had ever done with her.
The colours of the tulips are exquisite. One yellow tulip looked as though a Flemish master had taken a brush, dipped it in red paint, and delicately washed the petals with crimson. Others are like candy striped lollies. Still others are of the utmost simplicity - white petals with green stamens.
The colours of the tulips are exquisite. One yellow tulip looked as though a Flemish master had taken a brush, dipped it in red paint, and delicately washed the petals with crimson. Others are like candy striped lollies. Still others are of the utmost simplicity - white petals with green stamens.
Some tulip beds are planted in single colour groupings - made even more beautiful by a random tulip in a completely different colour. Other beds are a riot of primary colours, joyful in the shine of the sun.
In amongst the vivid colours, the cloud stippled sky, the green leaved, large limbed trees I was struck by something.
Is there anything in the world more delicate than blossom caught in the shivery silver of a spider's web?
In amongst the vivid colours, the cloud stippled sky, the green leaved, large limbed trees I was struck by something.
Is there anything in the world more delicate than blossom caught in the shivery silver of a spider's web?
