A friend, Linda T., and I succumbed to the beauty of the Dallas Arboretum. It was a tad gray outside, but it wasn't windy. Hence, tulips were not flying off the stems as we strolled the property. Glorious color, fabulous fields of 450,000 bulbs. These folks are insane in their plantings. It is poetry.
So, I wasn't going to write a thing......but here's a haiku I wrote a few weeks ago. Must share with the world.fleeting harsh march winds
morose keen and winter pale
single yellow tulip
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