This flashy number caught my eye waiting at a red light.
"Tulipa Tarda" . . . only open when the sun shines
and they bloom in clusters on a single stem.
The rain sent all these lovelies sprawling so I cut them to enjoy a little longer.
It's a sunny day and the Tarda tulips are open wide.
These little visitors always make me smile.
First crop of dandelions already gone to seed.
The child in me still finds these magical.
"I send thee pansies while the year is young,
yellow as sunshine, purple as the night.
Flowers of remembrance, ever fondly sung
by all the chiefest of the Sons of Light . . ."
~ Sarah Doudney