Tulips

The only thing I photographed today were these gorgeous pink tulips, a gift from the friends with whom we spent last evening. They sit well in the pottery jug which belonged to my mother and which I loved from childhood; often you put tulips in a vase that's too wide at the top and before you know where you are they're sprachling all over the place in an ungainly manner. So I love the way that these ones are sitting up proudly - though I note a couple of renegades determined to wander ...