I was wandering in circles around the cut flowers at Safeway the Friday before Mother's Day trying to decide who to bring home. Everything was so fresh and the choices were abundant. A very young girl - maybe five or so - and her mother were also contemplating there the same thing. The girl stood firmly in front of the tulips and repeated, "Dutch tulips Mom, Dutch tulips." I agreed, the tulips looked wonderful, they were what I was first drawn to. The girl went on to add to her repetition, "For Oma Mom, for Mother's Day,"..."Dutch tulips Mom, For Oma."...
Well, that made up my mind. Dutch Tulips it was, for Oma.
