Years ago I lived next to a historic site
that included a series of gardens. I became a volunteer gardener on the
weekends and was put in charge of planting bulbs in the fall. I knew nothing
when I started and had to quickly become familiar with Latin names and learm which
bulbs would have been found in a 18th-century New England garden. Needless to
say I fell in love with the wonderful flowers and their names—Snowdrops, Keizerskroon, Butter and Eggs, Duc van Tol, Persian Bells, Absalon. I was
especially fond of the tulips. So you can imagine my delight the other day when
walking through the West Village, I spotted some tulips through a wrought-iron
fence and captured the above image.
Photos by Michele.
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