I can never decide if I prefer red:
Or sunny yellow:
Either way, they always look like they might be made of unusually realistic cast-resin, plastic, or silk. These varieties the gardeners plant are amazingly big and solid-looking — the mothers of all tulips. I keep expecting to hear them clunk against each other when the breeze blows.
The trees are mostly at peak bloom now, too. The air smells sweet, and the falling petals make me think that this is the perfect time for an outdoor wedding. Who needs rice and confetti?
There were lots of children playing; it's School Vacation Week. And it's still possible to find your own private world in the Public Garden:
The Lagoon has been filled and the Swan Boats are back. The last time I was here, it still looked like Boston's biggest mud puddle. But now it's a postcard wherever you look: