How many years have I lived in Bellingham? Nine, that’s how many. And until this year how many times have I been to the Tulip Festival? None, that’s how many. So this year I was absolutely determined that I was going to make it down there by hook or by crook. So Sunday was a beautiful day and the lovely Lola and I decided that that would be the day. And as soon as we sat in Tex the Trusty Toyota and reversed out of the drive…the rain began to fall. Well, we were not to be disheartened. Actually, I was all in favor of being disheartened but Lola urged me on and so we arrived and promptly got lost. Boy, this felt like it was simply not going to be my day! It was now getting on for sunset (or would have been if the sun had been anywhere to be seen) and we hadn’t even found a single tulip. Then we realized we were almost out of gas and had to stop to fill up. Lawks.
But finally we stumbled upon a fabulous farm full of five flavors of fantastic flowers! How’s that for alliteration? And we set about capturing some really rather great images, considering the weather and all the other strikes we had against us.
I love how the tulips are planted in rows like this. I wondered how they could keep track of them when they are bulbs so that there isn’t a stray purple one in the middle of the red strip! Would be awful to mix up the bags of bulbs. Perhaps the headiness of the tulips has got to me.
I don’t know why but this one reminds me of the storming of Normandy or some such. I think it’s because it looks like a single red poppy.
And I couldn’t go all that way without getting all Shadows and Lines a little bit! So here are a couple in that style.
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