For years, try as I may, I cannot get my tulips to fully bloom before the damned squirrels eat them. Now, I’ve never been much of a gardener…plant it, if it grows—good, if not—try something else. Actually, I subscribe to Gallagher’s philosophy: If you water it and it dies, it’s a plant; if you pull it and it grows back, it’s a weed!
I have a copy of Stanley Marcus’ second book, “Quest for the Best” standing by in my reading room for occasional reference. Written about 1979, Mr. Marcus’ words seem now like a nostalgic window on a much more genteel past. He discusses a variety of finer things and laments the degradation of our circa 1979 society.
In one of the paragraphs I read the other day, Mr. Marcus extolled his patrician enchantment with the tulip fields of
At an earlier time in my life I might have planned a special excursion tacked onto a European trip to see something like those tulip fields blooming in
The picture below is more representative of my own experience with tulips.