I have a fantasy of climbing in a blooming Tuliptree. I wish I could give a better sense of their sheer glory, but I am reduced to picking flowers off the ground, and making an arrangement, a word which also means compromise. The birds like them, too. My most intense vision of the Spring was a newly flowering Tuliptree, containing, all at once, Baltimore Orioles (male and female), Rose-breasted Grosbeaks (male and female), a couple of Scarlet Tanagers, an Indigo Bunting, and a Ruby-throated Hummingbird, as well as Cape May, Tennessee, and Northern Parula warblers. That was a sight worth seeing.










Even so, the message of the Tulip-flowers is that Spring is coming to an end, and Summer is a'coming in.


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