The four images atop this entry feature Elegant Lady Tulips that are just beginning to bloom in my urban garden, which is still in its winterized state, as evidenced in the photographs that are directly above. These images are very similar, I admit, but I chose to include all of them because I'm excited to see them come to life.
Often when I see tulips, I think of Tiny Tim, "the ukulele-playing singer of 1920s ditties who was a true icon of the 1960s." According to a biography webpage, Tiny Tim's real name is Herbert Khaury. They state, "Herbert Khaury on April 12, 1932, in New York City."
The aforementioned page explains that Tiny Tim was "... a high school dropout, his (with an) interest in the popular music of the 1890s through the 1930s manifested itself early, and his dream was to become a singer. He learned to play guitar and ukulele and began performing professionally as "Larry Love" in the early 1950s, making his debut at a lesbian cabaret in Greenwich Village called Page 3, where he became a regular. Though his parents tried to discourage him, Khaury continued to publicly perform the early mass culture American music that he so loved and collected on 78 records, at small clubs, parties and talent shows under a variety of names ... on November 30 he suffered another heart attack while performing 'Tip-Toe Through the Tulips' in Minneapolis, and died an hour later. He was 64 years old."
In bygone years, within my entries here on Blogger, I've included a mini movie that I created which features Tiny Tim singing this song; and honor of what would've been his seventy-sixth birthday; I've posted it again (directly below):
Tiny Tim is hardly the only one who appreciated tulips, my lovely cardinal, Cam adores them too, as evidenced in the following picture.
The picture is from volume one of her book series, Words In Our Beak Volume One (which can be seen in the following photo):
As many of you know, the second book in the series was recently released. It can be seen in the photo directly below.
In any event, not everyone thought of tulips in such a positive, upbeat way as Tiny Tim and Cam.
The poet, Sylvia Plath, had quite another feeling towards them, as evidenced in one of her poems which I've included in a prior post here on Blogger, but have posted it here for your convenience.