Around these parts it's a rite of passage to be plopped down in a field of tulips and get your picture taken.
Come on, local peeps. Raise your hands if you've ever been to the tulip fields.
As far as my girls know, every year we go see tulips. And they're starting to figure out that tulip fields--while very pretty--aren't very exciting. After a few minutes, Jules asks, "What are we supposed to be doing?"
"Looking at the tulips," I say. And then Jules picks a tulip. "But we're not supposed to pick them."
She frowns. I don't blame her. Thousands and thousands of beautiful flowers, but don't pick them! It's a bit torturous for little girls whose very DNA compels them to pick flowers. I suggest she find some tulips that have already fallen onto the ground. This entertains her and Sydney for awhile. Long enough for some pictures.
Even though every year for the past six years, Sarah and I have made it our mission to take the girls to the Wooden Shoe Tulip Farm in Woodburn, this year we kind of ran out of time to do it together. Or scheduling. Or something. I could have skipped it except Addie needed her picture taken in the tulips. It's the rules.
So I made Jason go with me. He was a good sport.
Also? We didn't go to Woodburn. Turns out there's another tulip field just north of us in Woodland (and, yes, I consistently call Woodland "Woodburn" and expect to do so for the rest of my life), and a 20-minute drive sounded much more enjoyable than a 55-minute drive.
The weather was absolutely perfect. Not great photo-taking weather because the sun was so bright, but you won't hear me complaining about too much sun. I'll take squinty-eyed, shadowy photos over rained out ones any day.
Addie thought the tulips were tasty fun.
The girls were trying to decide which color was their favorite. Of course, it was pink. But which shade of pink? My dream is to someday have rows and rows of tulips. And I might just make them all pink. It's my favorite color, after all.
Hello there, gorgeous. How about if I plant you and 100 of your friends in my yard?
Jules took this picture:
And this one. She was pretty fond of the white tulips.
Sydney took this next one.
If you ever need a little boost of confidence in taking pictures, just go to a tulip farm. You can hardly go wrong.
You also can't go wrong with photos of kids posing as tulip heads.
Unless, of course, you get hands sprouting out of cutouts instead of faces.
Our trip to the fields was a quick one, and even though the Woodland fields were quite a bit smaller than the Woodburn fields, it was a lovely little place. Considering the parking is cheaper and the distance is shorter, I think we might have found a new spot for our traditional trip to the tulips.