We've been in Oregon for nearly five years now. And every year, I've seen advertisements for the Tulip Fest. Last year, a friend and I tried to convince our husbands to take us, and the collective laughter was a clear indication that it wasn't going to happen. Well, I'd waited long enough. The weather forecast called for sunny skies, so I let Adam know that this was the year we were going to see the tulips.
The only question I'm still asking myself is "why did we wait so long?"
I think Claire would've sniffed every flower if we had let her.
These ones are called "queen of the night". They had just started to bloom a day or two before we made it to the festival. They look black when you see them from a distance.
I think this was my personal favorite.
Well, I liked these ones a lot too. Whatever was growing next to them was probably a weed, but it looked like a baby's breath filler that you would get in any bouquet at a store. They were so pretty.
Then there were these little ladies. Just gorgeous.
Okay, so maybe I can't pick just one favorite.
Claire loved watching the bees and then getting the pollen on her finger so we could try it too. Here she is telling me all about pollen.
I don't think we could have picked a prettier day.
Henry liked looking at the flowers too.