Last saturday, we decided to go and see the Skagit Valley tulip festival. Well, more like I was pestering Murali to go with me and he didn’t have a choice, but anyway. We woke up late and the general saturday laziness creeped in, so we needed a reason to not leave home. The magical weather app said that it was going to be cloudy all day and was even going to rain later in the day. So, we happily cancelled our plans and watched TV in our PJs all day. Ah, Bliss. But, saturday turned out to be a dry sunny day and I pretended like it was a big deal. We finally caught up on Captain America that evening (brilliant movie by the way) and were offered to go near a lake and burn some wood by an arsonist friend of ours (not taking names here), but we couldn’t make it. Before we knew it, saturday was over. Saturdays are so awful that way.
And, sunday was no different. We woke up late (again?) and debated if we were really going to enjoy looking at flowers all day. Murali gave in after I started shrieking ‘Yes! Yes!’ a million times like an annoying kid. We headed out in the noon and Google thought it was going to be an hour long drive. What does Google know? Huh.
It took us 5 hours to get there. FIVE. Apparently everyone in Seattle decided to go the tulip festival that day. So, driving at 10 kmph for hours was a ginormous pain the ass. We crawled through most part and it was 6 pm when we reached the darn place, overpowered by hunger and exhaustion. I hoped looking at flowers would kick all the drab away or something.
Shockingly, the place was still open and I was getting excited to walk around in the field (you know in that nauseating giggly kind of way). In the entrance, there was a big hoarding that requested people to not walk in-between the plowed field. Tulips were planted in compact rows and it was easy for someone to stamp them out. As you can see, that’s a preposterous expectation because it’s important for young parents to make their toddlers run around lunatically between beautifully planted saps to get as many pictures as possible and even more crucial for women to stick their faces as close to the flowers as possible crushing them to get that perfect selfie. Civility is so overrated. Who cares if there is a walkway meant for tourists? It only takes 5-6 months for the farmers to grow them. No big deal. Stamping through the tender saplings is so much fun.
Sigh. I understand the urge to get good pictures and have good pictures taken, but not at the cost of destroying something that people have worked so hard for. No?
The scene reminded me of a cousin’s wedding few years ago. I was a part of the bride’s family so we worked towards getting the wedding hall organized for the varapooja. A few qualified women worked all afternoon to deck every corner of the hall with flowers and superfluous embellishments. There were rose petals laid out at the main entrance for the groom and his family to walk on. Surprised? Don’t be. He is the groom and he totally deserves the royal handling. Shush now.
So, the groom and his family eventually made it (I’m discounting the part where they were late btw) and were accompanied by a few kids in the family. As soon as they entered the lobby, the kids cannonballed along down the hall and walked all over the decoration, jumping and sliding. The place was a huge mess in just a few minutes. Their parents laughed and cheered on like they’d all achieved a big feat. I’m not asking the kids to be less monkey-ish, but it was so discourteous of their parents to not realize that someone paid a heavy number and spent hours to get that place beautified. Isn’t it their responsibility to teach their little ones to value that?
And why would someone spend thousands so the groom can walk on a bed of roses is a discussion for another day. Anyhow, it’s time for me to shut up.
So, back to the tulip festival, It was very crowded and loud. And, I was grumpy for most part because of which I didn’t really get many good shots of the lovely garden. But, Murali and I got to go on what qualifies as a ‘long drive’. So, I guess it was worth it. Sort of.
The place looks much better than what you see below. But here’s a glimpse of the RoozenGaarde.