I love and adore tulips, especially, given my low taste, the ones that are gorgeously over the top.
I love the Rembrandts...
and the fringed tulips...
and the lily-flowered tulips - why were these sold as a collection, when the pink against the orange makes my teeth hurt?
and the purply blacks - this one allegedly a parrot, but I doubt it (would McClure & Zimmerman steer me wrong??)
...and the plain old yellow ones from the cutting garden that swoon and swell in the vase.
But then there are the chaste joys of single tulips of a single color,
I love to put a few in a glass vase in front of the bathroom mirror, where they quietly multiply.