When both your parents were born in Holland, tulip bulbs get planted. I grew up with a deep love for the happy colors of spring waving in the garden. I plant them in my garden too but there's nothing like the volume of color and variety that you see at the Tulip Festival in Mt. Vernon.
This year I went with Theo and Meghan and Ruby. We all had travel mugs of coffee, tea or hot chocolate and made the trek up. It's a bit of a drive but so worth it, especially on a sunny weekday (which I highly recommend as the weekend trips we've made have been nuts!). We've never been totally satisfied with the amount of time we've had there so this time, Meghan and I planned for about two and a half hours and it was perfect with the kids. We were glad for our boots as we walked the muddy paths to the fields where we spent half our time. Just fields of color and happy, nodding heads of tulips under blue skies was enough to make my heart burst. We walked through the daffodils and then the reds, purples, oranges, yellows. After that, we grabbed a big bag of kettle korn and walked our way through the display gardens at RoozenGaarde. The variety in size, texture, color and plantings is stunning and we just couldn't decide on our favorites. Oh happy day, my cup was filled.