Tulip Time

Yes, it's that time of year in West Michigan. Hannah and I both experienced our first Tulip Time Festival this weekend. Jason used to march in the Tulip Time parade with his high school band and had been to the festival when he was young, but those memories are sketchy. We all enjoyed the beautiful day exploring downtown and Windmill Island, home of the glorious tulip fields and America's largest working windmill. It wouldn't be Tulip Time without seeing the Klompen Dancers. Oh, those wooden shoes look uncomfortable. The whole atmosphere reminded me so much of how the Bavarian Festival used to be in Frankenmuth!








All worn out from the day

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