Tulips

’Mid the sharp, short emerald wheat, scarce risen three fingers well,
The wild tulip at end of its tube, blows out its great red bell,
Like a thin clear bubble of blood, for the children to pick and sell.
Robert Browning—Up at a Villa. Down in the City. St. 6.

Source: HERE

Standing tall in the breezy garden
Standing tall in the breezy garden
I had just three lovely red “bells” of tulips this year, but what a welcome sight they were!
Center of red tulip shows amazing design
Center of red tulip shows amazing design

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