Sometimes the beginning is so hard..., and sometimes everything is particularly hard. Like it is for me now. I really want to write something for #marketfriday but nothing connects. The inspiration is missing.
I read @dswigle's post this morning, the initiator, curator, and host of this challenge.... Tale of the Tulip Farm by Market Friday. It clearly says now what I have long noticed, namely that this challenge has transformed from the classic going to the market or to the shops for shopping into something much more subtle and valuable. " Over time, it began branching out from shopping to a real cultural affair."
It certainly is, thankfully, and allows for a multitude of topics. That would mean it's very easy to find something to write about, but it's not really like that, there is a certain level of quality that must be respected, even if it's not imposed in the rules.
Denise wrote in the above post about tulips. Since I don't have any better idea, I'll let her inspire me and I also will show a place full of tulips. A botanical garden!
Spring in the botanical garden
Spring is beautiful in all places but it seems the most beautiful is in a botanical garden, where all the flowers seem to gather.
Many of us have a garden at home with a few tulips, a pot of tulips on the balcony, or a bunch of tulips cut into a glass. They are beautiful flowers but if you want to see them in all their glory, you need to go to Holland or to a farm that specializes in growing tulips. That can be difficult to impossible for some of us so a botanical garden is the easiest solution.
That's why the alleys are full of visitors.
Hoping that among the readers there are lovers of these special flowers called tulips, I will insert below some (more) photos of what I saw in the botanical garden.
In the botanical garden we can see what we can't see at home, lots of identical tulips all together.
The variety of tulip colours is great but only in such a garden can we see special colours.
Not only the colours, but also the shape of the flowers is diverse.
For "le bon bouche" I left my favorites at the end.
Even what is beautiful, if it is too much can be tiring. After much time spent gazing into the rows of tulips I felt the need to walk and look only at the green!
It was about flowers, about tulips. I didn't have much to say, I lacked inspiration and tiredness didn't let me concentrate. I hope the flowers saved me.
I retreated to my favorite alley, where I like to hide from people.
There were only tulips and therefore for the final flower I chose something else.
