Tiptoeing, uh strollering, through the tulips . . . .

Yesterday, Zachy went with Auntie and Susan to a magical place called Mount Vernon. Every Spring the barren-looking fields suddenly and myseriously burst with a wide array of colors.

Sometimes there's an oddly shaped tree growing amidst the bursts of color.

Strangely, in the most intensely hued areas the color of the flowers will rub off on the person standing (or sitting, in this case) closest.

At the end of the tour, after falling under the magical color spell, you can take a few of the bright, beautiful orbs home and hope the magic of Spring and sunshine follows along with you.

The end.