Took out the tulips. They always seem so suburban, or cliched though the light thrown from them is spectacular when first seen each "Spring, again" as W.C. Williams poem is titled.
I like the violet and dandilion, more in the American Grain.
and Brooklyn Bridge, looking towards lower Manhattan this morning. The daffodils remind me of earlier days and Jane Freilecher, James Schuyler, Fairfield Porter... poetry, I guess, spring is here.