Meadows of Tulips
There are rows upon rows of gorgeous tulips. They are planted in regiments, marching in place, silently, stealthily, watching, waiting. Regiments of yellow, white, pink and red. The large windmill smiling in the background keeps watch over Holland's gorgeous army. I am overwhelmed with the knowledge they have all spotted me.
meadow of tulips
a multitude of flowers
glory of the dutch
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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