Tulip, tulip, tulip...

I cannot look at a tulip without thinking of a very special person. She used to tell a story about planting tulips and it wasn't that the story was funny but because she couldn't talk without using her hands. Her hands would fly every where and I remember her unique "tulip, tulip, tulip" as she described the way she would plant them. Too funny, I miss her so much. Her are a few photos of my tulips this year...

Planted in memory of Debra List Payne.

Have a wonderful afternoon!