Friday, April 9, 2010
While exploring the city on Wednesday, I saw these amazing tulips near the Jefferson Market on Sixth Avenue in Greenwich Village. They were so vibrant, and much more open than the typical cupped blooms. They demanded to be photographed!
Growing up in Florida, I could never enjoy tulips in the spring. (Florida is way too hot for most bulb flowers -- the sun fries them crisp.) So tulips were always exotic to me, a flower seen only in storybooks about Holland.
Even when I visited the north as a kid, I never saw tulips, because we always visited in the summer or at Christmas. I'm sure I must have seen them in bouquets or in pots -- I wasn't that sheltered. But the first tulips I remember encountering in profusion were in Washington D.C. in May 1995, and they impressed me enough that I can still see them in my mind, brightening flower beds along Connecticut Avenue.
Just another reason to love spring!