Winterthur Park, March 29, 2021
Legacy of Henry Francis du Pont, 1880-1969, American
The Glory-of-the-Snow still lording it over its grounds, flashing its incredible purple from the caverns of trees and trying to climb their trunks
The whole earth must turn blue for the earth-crawlers
It is when you come to the seat wreathed in Forsythia in full bloom, from which the Glory-of-the-Snow, nevertheless tries to seduce your eyes…..
….it is, as I say, when you feel invited to take in the forsythia sun
that you know that you are being invited to the perennial display directly opposite across the little roadway
of lemon, pinks in several hues, and greens:
the grey-greens of deciduous bushes yet to bloom; and the dark greens of the conifers:
The yellow is a less fierce yellow than that of the Forsythia.
Otherwise you might fall down under the rain of Yellow Spike Winterhazel
The early Korean Rhododendron turns as if to look at you
and you look down in turn. There the bowing Lenten Roses are swaying
and the first Spanish Bluebell that you have seen, clings to its solitary perch…….
Goodbye Glories! you think.
Looking back to the Forsythia in the distance
Raising your eyes over a cliff edge of a vast cherry tree trunk running parallel to the ground,
you find yourself in the land of the pinks, pink-and whites. No yellows. No blues.
Early Korean Rhododendron
Viburnum, white and pink-and white
White Manchu Cherry trees
Below, Star Magnolia beginning to bloom beyond the ornamental metal flowers
The tree canopy unchanged since winter. Not visibly changed.
Thank goodness, you think.