We’ve been having one, just as the garden’s citizens have been in maximum-reproductive-frenzy mode, which I’m afraid leads to horrid overindulgence in photographic cliché. But they sure are pretty.
These are both tulips, and I would swear on my mother’s grave that I didn’t crank the saturation or the contrast or anything, they really looked like that. Except for, Mom’s doing just fine thank you and was probably busy in her own garden today. OK, I did a bit of highlight-recovery on the salmon-colored one.