Well you can't exactly tiptoe through our tulips. We have neglected to plant tulips every fall since we bought our house 3 years ago. There are however, two clumps that come up faithfully for us to enjoy in an old flower bed we have been reworking out front. We keep telling ourselves that we need to plant more but somehow when fall arrives we just don't get to it.
Troubadour was nice enough to cut a few of the meager stems to bring inside for us to enjoy. They have been in the vase for a few days now and have opened up wide. To me when tulips open that far they start to look like poppies. I always call them poppies at that point, and I think it drives hubby nuts.
I was intrigued when looking into one of the blooms and decided to take a few more snapshots. This one was taken without the flash.
Somedays our little Kodak digital camera does alright. The following picture was taken with the flash and somehow the flash created a weird white reflective shadow in the bloom ..... although the colors are quite a bit more vivid in it than the previous picture.
This last picture is my favorite. I took this picture looking up towards the ceiling as the sun was coming through the window.
I decided to tweak it a little bit in iPhoto and came up this muted retro-antique look that I might like even better....looks kind of like an Ikea poster now.
"The great events of life often leave one unmoved; they pass out of consciousness, and, when one thinks of them, become unreal. Even the scarlet flowers of passion seem to grow in the same meadow as the poppies of oblivion." -Oscar Wilde