The tulip festival was just magical. A feast for the eyes. I need to go back two or three more times just to take it all in.
We splurged and, much to the boys' delight, rented a golf cart to tour the gardens.
We picked a spectacular day to visit the gardens and even brought a picnic dinner.
Of the five, Rocky was the only one who cooperated with my quickie photo shoots, pausing for a minute in the flower displays to say, "cheese!"
Unfortunately, not everyone enjoyed the gardens as much as I did. This was Ben's expression 99% of the time (just imagine a tape recorder set to play, "mom, mom, mom. I want to go home" on repeat two million times and you'll understand Ben's attitude that night):
We searched the gardens to find and claim "our spot" and plan to return regularly during the summer for picnics and to enjoy the scenery.