I know it’s only January 2nd, but that’s all right, here in west Cornwall it’s almost half past four and it’s still daylight and I have seen the sun today, so as far as I’m concerned it’s spring.
Next month I will be in Brugge, in pursuit of the Russells. (And, in passing, in pursuit of a young Hollie Babbitt in Amsterdam. I don’t know quite how he’d feel about the Kalverstraat now. When he lived there – and he lived in Amsterdam for a goodly part of his adult life, poor lamb – the Kalverstraat was the flesh-market, it was the place you went for the spring and autumn beast sales. It was where he bought his black horse Tyburn, as a two year-old, for a ridiculously small sum of money. Yes, Tib was bought as meat on the hoof. It’s the posh end of Amsterdam now – the touristy end.)
It’s a funny thing: one of the things that grieves me about modern gardening is how low-maintenance it is, one can either have scent or beauty but not usually both, and everything is meant to be easy to grow and easy to care for, and in the days of Tulipmania men sold small wrinkled bulbs for the price of a small estate , and it was the work of a team of gardeners to care for them as if they were babies. (The tulips, that is, not the gardeners.),
This beauty is Amiral de Constantinople, one of the only two varieties of parrot tulip to survive from the seventeenth century.
And this is Zomerschoon – and this is the painting by Balthasar van der Ast of the Zomerschoon tulip of the height of Tulipmania.
And this – the Tulip Museum – is where I’m headed for an afternoon in Februar.
Wish me luck….
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I have to go !
Lovely post … so good to have a glimpse of spring in January!
Wishing you luck as requested, and much enjoyment at the museum. Beautiful flowers!
I used to have the Amiral de Constantinople – those bulbs cost me an arm and a leg, as I recall. Maybe not as much as my whole estate, but then I am not in the grips of a total tulipmania 🙂 Enjoy Brugge
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ahh, how I love Brugge and tulips and springtime in Europe. Makes me want to return and steep myself in its beauty.