I'm running out of clever puns to use with tulips, but that doesn't stop me from taking pictures.
Because it doesn't stop those tulips from blooming.
I totally called it last year: I wouldn't get lost next time. I would not, could not, refused to get lost this year. Some traditions are meant to be broken, and I broke this one. I didn't get lost. Fifth time's a charm.
I just love tulips. I must reiterate for posterity that they are my favorite flower. I have doubted myself on this point a few times, particularly when Meg Ryan's You've Got Mail character proclaimed her love for daisies. Yes, daisies are nice too--I even used them in my wedding. But a field of tulips?
Hard to beat.
And then when you put little people in wooden shoes amongst the tulips? Seriously.
Children are meant to be photographed in tulip fields. They just are. Because even when you can't get the perfect photo, you're still getting the perfect photo.
I'm not exactly sure what the rock is all about, but since there wasn't a spot of mud to be found (hooray for non-rainy weather!) then they entertained themselves with finding assorted items to cast about in the fields. They may be girls, but they know how to tumble around the outdoors.
They also know what tractors are for.
My sweet little nephew Med was sleeping at the beginning, and not even tulips and group shots are worth waking a baby. Fortunately, he eventually woke up and was easily enticed to give us a few smiles for the camera, which Sarah posted along with a slew of lovely tulip pictures.
Every year we learn a little something new when we go to the tulips. Learn to get muddy, learn to keep up, learn to relax, learn not to take more pictures than we know what to do with. And this year? I learned not to get lost.
Don't underestimate the power of having good directions and trusting your instincts to stay on the road. Lesson learned.
Oh, those tulips fields. They're just so clever at teaching things like that.