Original settled by the Dutch, Albany retains echoes of its roots every year when the tulips bloom. This has been an exceptionally strong showing for the famous, and occasionally infamous, spring bulb. On a recent and rainy lunch break, I found these beautiful beds in full bloom along my downtown Albany walk.
The air around here was perfumed with the spicy sweet scent of the standard tulip flower – something that I have yet to encounter in a successful perfume version of this elusive fragrance.
Tulips provide one of my happiest memories of childhood, and reading, and flowers. To this day, their aroma brings be back to the library, back to the Dutch tulip craze, back to a childhood where my love of gardening and books was borne in one beautiful fell swoop.
