Tulips Tulips are one of my favorite flowers of all time. I don't remember whether it was on TV or in reality, but somehow when I saw them for the first time as a little kid I was mesmerized with these flowers. Thus, the kid dress with three tulips embroidered on the front was my to-go clothes for occations where I wanted to look pretty. At kindergarten, when every now and then we were told in art and craft to draw freely anything we wanted, my theme of choice was the tulips and the garden. Last week, I found a tulip bed in the park as walking my dog. It is a rare thing to see tulips in a regular public park where I live. (Of course, there are tulip festivals going around the country this time of year, but only if you pay for admission.) They were so beautiful and like demure young ladies. I wanted to take a picture of my dog against the backdrop of them. He was never willing to pose for me just once. His top priority seemed to sniff for the traces from friends of sorts that had been there before him and negate them with his own. The other day, I read an interesting story about tulips, the Netherlands, and Canada. During the World War 2, Canada sheltered a Dutch Princess and her two daughters, and since then the Netherlands has been sending out to Canada 100,000 of tulips every year to show their appreciation. Would that be why there are so many tulips in and around the cities in Canada?