I went to the tulip festival today with my mom and sister. I’d been once before, but this was their first time going. The festival is a great way to remind yourself that the dreariness of winter is far behind. There were lots of other people there, some picking flowers and others enjoying a picnic. While some of the tulips in the field hadn’t bloomed yet, many had and I enjoyed picking from among them. I left with plenty of pictures and 12 tulips of all different colors. Mom picked more and my sister picked less, but it was a great way to spend time with family. And, with Easter next weekend, it was nice to be outside amongst the flowers, especially since right now I can’t really grow my own. Spring is really here, flowers and all.