What is it with flowers reminding me of exam time? As soon as I spied these tulips in my sister’s garden, Sylvia Plath’s heart-breaking poem came to mind. Granted, these aren’t red, but still.

Photographing tulips is both fun and frustrating. They are just so perfect that every shot risks looking like one of those 99c ‘Get Well Soon’ cards you pick up at petrol stations. But these pink and purple ones were just too pretty to pass up.