When I first met Justin, he told me about the Tulip Festival and showed me some of the pictures he’d taken in previous years. This weekend he made good on his promise to take me out there to see it for myself. We left mid-morning on Saturday and met up with Anya, a friend of Justin’s, and made our way north toward the tulip fields. Not surprisingly, given that this was peak tulip season, a holiday weekend, and gorgeous weather to boot, the entire population of the western United States (and southern Canada, probably) had decided to visit as well — which meant traffic, traffic, traffic.
After we’d inched our way far enough into the village of Mount Vernon to be within walking range of Calico Cupboard Cafe and Bakery, we parked our car and walked. As per usual, we were on the verge of starvation and found it necessary to devour a giant cinnamon roll instantly upon arriving.
The cinnamon roll was delicious and gooey and wonderful in all ways, and it whetted the appetite nicely for the tasty, savory hash that followed.
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| Linda’s Brother-in-Law Hash: eggs, smokey ham, mushrooms, spinach, tomatoes, feta cheese, garlic, and country style potatoes. |
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| We’ll take the plaque in the spirit it was offered and not focus on whether “Mexican” and “Hispanic” are really synonymous… |
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| Anya wandered off on her own pretty quickly, so we missed out on a full group photo. |
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| One of these things is not like the other . . . . |
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| Believe it or not, these are tulips — not peonies! |
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| These lovelies made me think of irises. |
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| Tractors with covered seating pulled the more delicate and/or mud-averse visitors on driving tours around the fields. |
By the time we had made it all the way around the field, we were getting chilly in the cool spring wind and our photos started to all look the same. So we found Anya again, bought several bunches of cut tulips, and headed out.
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| This is Justin pretending to look at the camera while actually being a responsible driver and watching the road. |
We thought about visiting some of the other farms, but lunch had worn off and we felt unmotivated to keep fighting with traffic and parking. So like the good little Mormons we are, we set our sights on Café Rio for an early dinner.
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| Why haven’t they opened a location in Seattle? |
We separated after dinner. Anya stayed up north to visit her family; Justin and I headed back down to Seattle. We stopped by my place long enough to change our clothes and throw the flowers into water before driving downtown to Benaroya Hall. The last installment of my season’s subscription to the Seattle Symphony was a really delightful performance of Chopin’s Piano Concerto No. 2 and Prokofiev’s 5th Symphony. I hadn’t heard the Chopin before, but the pianist was fantastic and really captured the brilliance and lyricism that Chopin is known for. The Prokofiev is an old favorite of mine from back in college, when I first performed it with the University of Utah’s orchestra.
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| Almost as exciting as what was going on on-stage: Justin put on a jacket! |
Next morning was Easter, and the weather was gorgeous. Justin and I watched the morning session of General Conference and enjoyed the sun and tulips from the day before.
Unfortunately, we weren’t able to listen to the afternoon session of Conference. Justin’s parents had invited us to Easter dinner at their house on Bainbridge Island, so we were in transit on the ferry instead. But Easter dinner was great, and it was fun to spend some time getting to know Justin’s family better — and I was surprised to find an Easter basket waiting at my place on the table. I haven’t had an Easter basket since I was a kid!
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| Dark Swiss chocolate with coconut? Fresh mangos? I like the way this Easter Bunny thinks. |
By the time I got back to my house that night, I was tired and hadn’t finished most of the chores that I “needed” to get done over the weekend. But I felt happy and blessed to have been able to enjoy the beauty of God’s creations, the messages of great church leaders, and company of good people.
A More Gentlemanlike Manner 