Don't you just love it when a plan works out just as you hope?
I had really hoped that the weather would cooperate for the much anticipated "farmer's wives go to Tulip Town". . .outing.
We boarded the bus on Tuesday morning and drove 2 miles and the bus stopped at Tim Horton's . .
and we all got off the bus.
Then. ..we drove 2 more miles and stopped at the border. . .
and we all got off the bus.
After forming a single line and producing passports for acceptable entrance to Washington State we all formed a single line and got back on the bus.
My room mate for the night was my sister-by-love Mary.
I was seven when she married my brother and since then we have grown to be true sisters.
She loves gardening as much as I love blogging and so we made a fantastic team in the field of flowers.
Organizing details is never that far from my thought process.. .
and so I sent word to Judy the night before ..
asking her to save two spots on the bus since she would be hopping on 35 minutes before we would.
When Mary and I hopped on . .
the seats were saved in a fashion that made me smile . .
and for a moment I was back on that elementary school bus once again as jackets were quickly removed from "our seats" as we neared Judy and her daughter-by-love Broni.
Back on the bus. .
I happily snapped away knowing that the pictures would not necessarily be completely clear and yet seeing the vast fields of green grass with daffodils and tulips in the background . .
made me happy.
We stopped for a salmon BBQ put on by the locals and then carried on to a Tulalip resort where we found quite beautiful rooms. ..with a OUTLET MALL next door.
We waited a few minutes for the shuttle and then decided we could
walk run much faster to the mall.
On Wednesday morning we boarded the bus again and headed to Tulip Town which has fields of tulips where you are allowed to roam.
They ask that you not walk between the rows of tulips.
So I mostly obeyed. .
for the most part.
I kept at least one foot on the main path. .
at all times.
I noticed that my favorite color changed often during the day.
I think I love yellow the most. .
with red trim.
Wednesday was cooler and clouds began to form in a serious manner.
There were signs asking that we refrain from removing petals from the field.
I left that tulip head laying there ..
tempting as it was.
What is it about rows of crimson flowers. .
buds all standing at attention and all identical in height?
I wondered then. .
if I loved crimson better than true red.
and was a bit sad that I didn't snap up pictures of some bloggy friends who have not blogs of their own but love blogging all the same.
I met some wonderfully friendly ladies on the bus tour.
It seemed they know me. .
and now I know them a bit too.
It got really windy ..
and Broni did her level best not to fly away.
I've always had a soft spot for pink too.
Not dusty rose pink mind you . .
but petal pink.
I remembered here a kitchen I had at one time. .
petal pink and green trim.
Clearly ...I love that combination.
I can't say I've ever considered orange a favorite color. .
and yet with this particular tone of green ..
I find it quite striking.
The bus pulled into Laconner "noonish" and we made a bee line for our favorite luncheon place . .
I meant to ask Judy if she would try to recreate the soup ..
one of us surely will.