*I just made that word up.
Last Friday, I woke up with lilacs on my mind.
When spring comes, I become obsessive about lilacs. Men think about sex every six seconds; Alexe thinks about lilacs. I had yet to see any around the neighborhood, so I did some research and found that there was a lilac garden about 35 minutes away from Portland, up in Washington. And on Friday morning, I woke up before 7 am bursting with energy. Because it was lilacs day.
I got there right when the gate opened, and spent about an hour just wandering through the garden. And then Beth called me on her lunch hour, and we talked about everything and nothing (like always), and the sky was blue and the flowers were perfect and I was just really, really happy.
These flowers. My mom and I spent (not exaggerating) at least ten whole minutes on the phone the other night, talking about nothing but these flowers. Basically it was just me trying to describe them to her, and her having no idea what I was talking about. Until I hung up, sent her a photo of one, and got a quick response that they are called......shit. I can't even remember. Some type of hyacinth. Grape hyacinth? Yes. I just looked it up. Anyway, we've always had a few in our yard back home that I absolutely love, and out here they. are. everywhere. They grow like a weed. And I've picked at least 15 from neighbors' yards in the past few weeks.
They had varieties with double and triple petals, and they were FANTASTIC.
I would like these branch flowers at my wedding. Take note, future Alexe.
Bored yet? I could stare at these all day long.
And a field full of forget-me-nots, because of course there was.
I'm not a huge fan of bleeding hearts. They just don't do it for me like they do for everyone else. They remind me of the '80s for some reason?
After I was finished with the lilacs, I got in my car to head back home when I noticed a sign advertising a tulip festival down the road. Can't pass that up, right? It was genuinely one of the most incredible things I have ever ever ever seen, and maybe will ever see. People in the pnw act like it's no big deal, and I do not understand. I could have stood in those fields for a week and not been sick of it.
I actually think this black and white photo is terrible, but I can't bring myself to delete it?
I'm lucky enough to be heading to another tulip festival this spring, one that is sure to make this one look like some small peas, but I'll never forget that Friday in Woodland, Washington. God bless flowers. No, really. I've always loved flowers, and have known for a while that I want to make a career of them, but the pacific northwest spring has been a whole new world for me. All anyone ever mentioned was the rain and the moss. They forgot to say anything about the flowers.