The sun was dancing with the haze, so fine drops fuzzed the petals if you came near enough to see. It always feels like one of the advantages of walking in with a press pass — I can kneel on the grass in a public garden and lean in close. And I like seeing from the height of a tulip.
Naumkeag’s annual spring festival is far enough along that the daffodils are wide open and just starting to give ground, and the tulips are all in full blow. Vivid crimson, pink-veined cream, orange and gold.
In these weeks of Irish weather, I caught a bright morning to explore and think about color. Along the pathways, someone had set out nests with large papier maché birds’ eggs, and they were reminding me how few of the real ones I’ve ever seen.
Goldfinch and wild turkey, blue heron and redwing blackbird and barred owl and wren, they’ll all be nesting soon — and I wouldn’t want to worry any mother on her nest — but their eggs come in fine and beautiful shades, many of them in spring sky blues. And I’ve never seen them before.
The birds I might know by sight and some by song — and once, years ago, I saw blue herons nesting in the swamp-drowned trees at Tracy Brook Wildlife Sanctuary in Richmond. (Pull off to the side on Swamp Road and you can look across the water … if you bring binoculars.)
And yet I know these bright red flowers that come originally from Southern Asia and Anatolia and Persia — and have meant love and spring there for hundreds of years
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