Backing up a bit . . .
I want to chronicle a few more of the adventures I had with my parents when they came to visit last month. Especially this insane tulipalooza eye-candy freakout:
Seriously, is the level of beauty here just insane? A staggering number of the flowering bulbs grown in the U.S. come from Skagit Valley, which is about an hour’s drive north of where I live. My parents and I noticed how similar the weather and climate are to those in the Netherlands (we took a road trip there when I was 8 or 9).
We mucked about in the fields for a while (and I do mean mucked, the mud was thick):
Then we went to see the demonstration gardens. Holy. Cow. It was like Flower Disneyland, everything was meticulously manicured and gorgeous. After a while I began to get a little dizzy, even though I was loving every minute of it.
(Pant. Pant. Pant. Are you ready for more? It’s like putting SweeTarts on your eyeballs.)
OF COURSE WE HAD TO GET A PICTURE WITH THE BIG FAKEY WINDMILL! OUR HEARTS AREN’T MADE OF STONE!
By the way, all of the images in this post were taken by my mom, with her phone. I only used about 1% of the photos she took; we were all a little giddy and swept away by the spectacle. My mom loved it (home run on the hostessing front!) and I can’t wait to go again next year.