T is for Tulips

     My mom loved flowers.  When warm weather came around the yard bloomed with color.   I remember her buying bulbs and oodles of flats of flowers that yours truly was always elected to help plant.  Spring meant lots of hyacinths, daffodils, and tulips.  When it was time to plant flowers, not even a rainy day deterred her.

       I remember one year before our annual "Chicken Day", when my Dad barbecued chicken and we would have a massive feast after the running of the Indianapolis 500, when she got a hair across her ass that we HAD to have all the flowers planted before the guests arrived.  It mattered little that it was raining.  She dragged me out in the pouring rain to plant flowers in the squishy mud.  When it was time to eat, the rain stopped, the sun came out and the yard looked spectacular.  

     Almost every year we would visit Holland, Michigan during the Tulip Time festival to see acres of colorful tulips in full bloom.  Since then I have always loved tulips and all flowers.   Mom would take her camera

and take lots of pictures.  These days I am the one with the camera fascinated and enthralled with the blooms.  You will catch me tiptoeing through the tulips and zooming in on their beauty.