I love the field of tulips my friend planted in the boulevard. The problem is: so do the town deer.
Recently, I swore I would paint them the minute they bloomed if and when they did. They did.
They are like little jewels, seemingly lit from within. Apparently, they also are delicious.
I don't discourage my dogs from barking at the deer in the spring. At least until the tulips drop their petals. Then the deer have my protection again.
Meanwhile there is a certain angst about this beauty. It's not carefree. Not much is.