Tulip mania

On Sunday we took an afternoon stroll around town where I figured I'd blend in with the other childless mothers aimlessly strolling about.   Poor Grant was probably anticipating more of a constitutional, but gallantly indulged my sudden darts in random directions, squeals, and awkward crouching around every bend.  The darn things are so varied that once you get started it's hard to stop.  I made a collage to spare you endless scrolling through the results of my slightly obsessive tulip snapping.

In 17th century Holland the tulip market reached such a peak of frenzy that a single rare bulb could be traded for a luxury estate.

I wonder if that might work here on New Castle?