There are days when I understand Tulipomania.
Clockwise from top left: 'Mata Hari,' 'Queen of the Night,' 'Menton,' and 'Ivory Floradale.' All very beautiful, though honestly 'Mara Hari' is a bit gaudy for me -- the first year I grew it, I wrote in my paper garden journal that it was exactly the sort of thing you'd name after an exotic dancer -- and the pink only grows wider as the blossom matures. The catalogues will tell you it's 'creamy white with a rose-pink picotee edge' but it's never been anything but lemon and screaming pink in this garden.
'Menton' is exquisitely salmon and an excellent survivor; if I were ever to pull up stakes, 'Menton' would be on the list of things I'd plant again. 'Queen of the Night' had a strong first season but does not rebloom quite as spectacularly after that. Perhaps if one had the inclination to feed and pamper the bulbs they might, but I don't.
'Ivory Floradale' is new this year, so I can't comment on longevity yet. However, it has been so lovely -- enormous primrose yellow cups that gradually faded to creamy white -- and so strongly, sweetly fragrant that I hope it does come back. And if it doesn't, it will be worth replanting. Fragrance is not something I expect in a tulip, so I spent several minutes trying to figure out where that scent was coming from.
I grow a few species tulips, as well. They are smaller and less showy than the gorgeous giants, but still eminently desirable. This is Tulipa clusiana, the lady tulip. The petals are almond-shaped, and on warm sunny day, it opens up into a small yellow star.
The daffodils are pretty much finished now, but here's a last picture of 'Loth Lorien':