Ten points for you if you can finish that title. I stopped to avoid being too cliche. …
So. I’ve discovered that I am more and more related to my Grama. Because when I found myself here I immediately wanted to get my Sound of Music on, go running through the fields, twirl my arms about and sing about the hills being alive. Not that my Grama does all that. She just loves flowers and flowers evidently love her. (Her yard is always amazing).
And here is the ‘here’.
A sea of never ending tulips. Could anything be more beautiful?
I now want to go to Holland. And sit forever in a field of tulips. Or perhaps I should just go back to the Tulip Festival in Madison. It’s a bit closer. In fact, it’s so close I don’t know how I have not been before.
I now declare an annual tradition.
Our lovely friend Dana invited a bunch to go picnicking at this marvelous place. Gorgeous day, could hardly pick prettier surroundings. We all, or most, partook in taste testing various tulips, picking flowers, and of course were entertained during lunch hour by this comedian.
There were these perfect sized ‘music’ stands with information regarding the tulips on them and that kid stood there and led a choir or orchestra (with much fervor) for a good fifteen minutes. So hilarious.
After lunch, we went strolling through the fields and found our favorite tulips.
A little Claude Monet anyone?
Here’s my bunch.
And by the way, friends, you’ve been looking at 40,000 tulips.
Until then, I’ll still drool at my lovely patio, and these pictures and my gorgeous bouquet. Thank you Dana for the amazing day!