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I dreamt of tulips

barefooted — Mon, 27 Apr 2020 20:23:00 +0000

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I dreamt of tulips

Just the other night, I did

They were all yellow.

Some were in full bloom

While others were still peeking

Gobbling the sunlight.

Such a vibrant field

Such an expression of joy

Such a chance for hope.

Our tulips were given to us

moat — Mon, 13 Apr 2020 13:27:07 +0000

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Our tulips were given to us when we bought our house (or started buying our house).
That is a nice concert from your neighbor. I mostly get Billy Joel which sets my teeth on edge.
We have the pots and pans going here. I am hoping the bag pipe player down the block will represent soon.

I see you have fruit tree

artappraiser — Mon, 13 Apr 2020 01:43:31 +0000

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I see you have blossoms on the street trees. We don't yet in the Bronx. So maybe you really do have tulips. In any case, I also see you have a better chance to have classical music entertainment than I do in the Bronx:

Clip of my neighbor’s quarantine concert in Brooklyn.

(Recording by journo-neighbor @PaulHamilos) pic.twitter.com/LtRQNL2wh4
— Eric Umansky (@ericuman) April 13, 2020

(I do have the pots and pans cacaphony at 7 pm the last week or so, though, and tonight we also got some illegal fireworks...)

And with daffodils you also

artappraiser — Mon, 13 Apr 2020 01:24:34 +0000

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And with daffodils you also have the ultimate "hope springs eternal" movie scene from David Lean/Dr. Zhivago, which was probably influenced by the Wordsworth poem and for which I am a total sucker, makes me cry every time:

AND if it's daffodils and not

artappraiser — Mon, 13 Apr 2020 01:19:32 +0000

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AND if it's daffodils and not tulips, a nice feature is that you get to do Wordsworth's daffodils

Which I looked up and re-read the other day and which is quite apropos to our situation!

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud

I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o'er vales and hills,

When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host, of golden daffodils;

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine

And twinkle on the milky way,

They stretched in never-ending line

Along the margin of a bay:

Ten thousand saw I at a glance,

Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they

Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:

A poet could not but be gay,

In such a jocund company:

I gazed—and gazed—but little thought

What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie

In vacant or in pensive mood,

They flash upon that inward eye

Which is the bliss of solitude;

And then my heart with pleasure fills,

And dances with the daffodils.

I don't know how your

artappraiser — Mon, 13 Apr 2020 01:09:52 +0000

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I don't know how your neighborhood happened to get tulips. As the whole meme was mass planting of daffodills (of which we already had a lot in NYC).

Anyhew, daffodills come in three varieties, early spring (which have already bloomed for several weeks, including mine in my back yard) middle spring (coming in now including in my teeny front yard) and late spring--coming in through mid May.

Only a very few tulips coming in right now round here, would be ahead of their natural time because they happen to be in an extra warm spot.

She paced the garden

moat — Mon, 13 Apr 2020 00:45:50 +0000

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She paced the garden.
Noticing what grew or not.
Heels strike the flagstones.