Ghostwriter
I was raised where the winter is long and the summer is short. Spring happens for oh, about two days and fall just a bit longer. When I moved a little further south I went to the festival of tulips. It reminded me of a very colorful wheat field. When the wind blew it looked the same and never had I seen such color and variety.
I now have my own small tulip garden, and it doesn’t come close to the beauty at the Tulip Festival.
I really love tulips. Unfortunately, we don’t have here in my country. c”,)