The earliest tulips in our garden are usually the wild tulip, Tulipa sylvestris, that I planted along the front fence line to take over from the early daffodils, and this year is no exception.
Each year I exclaim over their exquisite shape, and the delicate brush strokes of pink and green that decorate their golden robes and stem. They always put me in mind of inquisitive birds, somehow.
I love tulips, from the elegant species to their more glamorous cousins. Each year I plant new bulbs in pots, putting the previous year’s bulbs out into the ground to take their chances. Some keep coming back year after year, while others prove ephemeral, but it’s always a thrill to see which ones return – one I’m already looking forward to as the buds begin to colour up.