Thursday, April 27, 2006

Tulips are paint brushes

Out front, dripping in yellow, red and saturated pinks, the tulips are closed to the early morning sky. Soon as the sun grows more intense they will unfold. Yesterday I tried to capture the highlighter yellow spider fat with prodigy clinging to the side of an orange-red tulip. The burn of the full flow red against the lawn in the evening is almost hallucinatory as the eye tries to take in both colors. It seems to be nature's reward for surviving the gray winter. It is a promise of the rewards coming for keeping on with keeping on.

High rises push up... the value of land. But nothing can increase the value of a garden wild with color, shapes, smells. Hedging in these cultivated small installations only emphasizes their worth.
There is always an element of discovery in gardening.


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