I turned back from where I was standing in the last post from yesterday and photographed back where I had come from along the lake. This year, with Coronavirus dominating things, there weren't really tourists from out of town taking in the tulips. I have no idea what things were like on the weekends, when in a normal year this park can be rather crowded, but on the days I was here in May, there were some people about taking pictures, but not too many. Another sign that this was May: some trees were leafed out, and others were just getting started.
Here we have a look back at those beds off the main path, and the lake beyond.
There is such a rich selection in types of tulips. Our festival uses but a fraction of those types, planting a million bulbs or so in the public gardens. Members of the public plant more in their own garden. Here at Commissioners Park, the variety is a delight to the eyes.