One of the dilemmas of desert living is you cannot be a lover of flowers and only support locally sourced farming at the same time. My adoration for desert succulents ranges far and wide. But every so often, the girly girl inside me wants very feminine, very delicate, very high-maintenance flowers, for example, tulips. Holland’s pride and joy that only seems to thrive within that cold Spring and breezy early summer of northern Europe.
I have enjoyed tulips long before my discovery of Sylvia Plath’s famous poem; but my current hometown’s dry and hot climate has no ability to support the beautiful but extremely dainty petals. So while we were at The Grove outside of London, I took the opportunity to pose by the endless gorgeous potted tulips in their garden.
| Zara skirt, top, and clutch | vintage necklace | Charlotte Olympia heels |