Tulip Festival

Tulips make me happy.

Have you ever seen anything so perfect?  So effortlessly beautiful?

The colors . . . the textures.  Have you ever touched a tulip?  Caressed its petals?  Communed with its spirit?

Wait. Scroll back up.  Did you see that yellow?  I mean . . . Lord.  Have mercy.

To imagine: the Big Bang banged Itself into a tulip.  A million tulips.  And it also banged Itself into you and me.   How awesome is that.

I love how bad-ass tulips are with their beauty.  They jut out the earth, crowned in all their glory on some: “Yeah, I’m gorgeous and amazing.  What?”