Tuesday, April 26, 2011


There's nothing more "springy" than tulips. Last week when I was given this bunch they stood up straight at attention, their petals closed tight into yellow fists. Each day I admired them as they opened little by little, spreading wider over my dining room table.
Then over the weekend, they started to droop. As they reached down almost touching the cherry wood, I waited until this morning to photograph them in the natural light shining through the nearby window.
Yes, fresh flowers are lovely, but there's something remarkable and quite touching about tulips when they're spent.

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