As compared to last year, it looks like the Garden Club might be getting an earlier start on the planters, or perhaps the tulips pictured here will be replaced by something else soon and replanted elsewhere? I guess these are questions I can ask Master Gardener Doug Wood of the Wicker Park Garden Club.
For now, here's a few images of area blooming, in or near the park, and The Summer Day by Mary Oliver (APOLOGIES ON LINE BREAKS. As a writer of poems, I know how important line breaks are, and if I can figure out how to fix this formatting wise I will)
Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean-
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down-
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don't know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?
by Mary Oliver
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