Live from Tulip Time

At about 9:30 this morning I heard a man shouting in the streets and some loud clanging. Was someone hurt?  Was that an ambulance? No and No.  It's just HOLLAND'S TOWN CRIER.  (Don't worry, he IS a  professional crier.  They flew him in from Europe.)  So basically his job is to shout things like "Wakey wakey holland! It's tulip time" and ring a giant bell.  The crowds love it.  Unfortunately...it's in our front yard.

Don't get me wrong, we love living down here for Tulip Time.  We had great seats for  the street scrubbing parade today,  and the stir fry Gabe made for dinner smelled faintly of elephant ears. mmmmmm delicious.

Tonight we had root beer floats with Dave and Lexi, and welcomed Welkomed  in the thunderstorm from the roof of New Holland.  The lightning lit up the whole sky - it was literally like someone was flipping a light switch on and off.  Do angels have rave parties? All signs point to yes.

Happy Tulip Time!