Fifty thousand tulips in a cemetery sounds like a strange idea at first. But then you see them and everything makes perfect sense all at once.
The colors stretch across the grass like a living quilt someone spent months planning carefully. I walked slowly along the paths not wanting to miss a single patch of pink or red.
Minnesota does spring differently than other places and this spot proves it completely. Families spread out blankets near the flowers while kids point at every new bloom excitedly…