There are not many flowers in the world that have been written about.
Tulip, one of those flowers.
Alexander Dumas told the world about the fascinating story of a man who bred this plant, trying to get as a result those that the world has not seen, namely, a black tulip.
In those distant times, the owner of a tulip bulb could consider himself a very wealthy person and wealthy for life.
Since those times, many new forms and colors of tulips have appeared and now, it is difficult to guess what the tulip was originally.
Looking at purple tulips, it seems that this color is the creation of human hands, but this is not entirely true.
Today, looking at the photographs that I took after the rain in the same flowerbed with tulips, I remembered that, sometimes, I found wild tulips in the forest, the color of which was identical to this purple.
They don't have such large petals as the tulips in these photographs. The size of the petals is what a person put his hand to.
The scent of a tulip remains unchanged. I doubt you will find a tulip that smells like a rose, or a peony.
Dew and rain drops adorn wild tulips and their selective forms alike.
And the wild forms of tulips and their followers are equally uplifting. My wife is very fond of tulips, they are one of her favorite flowers.
Looking at tulips, it is clear that people can change some of the nuances, but they cannot change the essence of the flower.
And this one, lonely, red tulip, grew next to purple brothers.
The shape of this tulip is very similar to that of a wild tulip, even with a white fringe around the edges of the petals.
This fringe, too, is an echo of the wild tulip shape, not the fantasy and genius of man.
Apparently, flowers have an unshakable foundation, beyond which a person cannot move.
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More to come!
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