Gardeners carried in wooden crates filled with dark earth and topped with bulb flowers. By afternoon’s end, a river of grape hyacinth deeper than the blue of the bay ran through the grounds. The indigo flowers clustered so closely and densely, the ocean breeze rippling the stalks, that a few drinks might have made them seem like real water. Banks of daffodils shouldered either side. Islands of coral tulips and fields of hyacinths in every shade of pink broke up the expanses of grass.
