As a child I dreamed of Holland and it’s picturesque windmills from the stories my mother use to tell. These descriptive stories were fuel for my young creative mind.
I often imagined the endless rows of multicolored tulip fields, spread out like a tapestry…with wooden shoe clad Dutch children playing to the creaking sound of the wooden windmills as their sails engaged with the wind…Holland in my mind…with it’s endless flat grassy landscape dotted about by happy cows and sheep.
As an adult, I was thrilled to discover my idyllic childhood dreams of the Netherlands were indeed reality. Wandering about it’s countryside, you do feel as if you have some how stepped into the well weathered pages of long forgotten fairy tale.

by lthek
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