Tulips

I've lived in places with festivals devoted to lights, pumpkins and barbecue, but the annual event here in the Skagit Valley is the tulip festival. It certainly draws fewer beer-swilling, mullet sporting types than my hometown shindigs, but the Bradbury clan managed to have some fun Monday evening all the same.

As always, she's pretty in pink . . .

Our little blossom . . .

Enjoying a snuggle with MeeMee and Poppy before they fly back to WV.

Two lips and a tulip.

There are acres of tulips laid out like colorful patchwork just west of town, and we drove by many of them. Though Evie June couldn't actually see out the window, we could tell she was impressed.


Jen

PS: The poncho and matching pants she's wearing in the photos? Those belonged to her DADDY! Though everytime I pointed out how sweet our little girl looked in her vintage duds, Jimmy was quick to mention that he'd had no say in the selection of the outfit 32 years ago. Seems fringe and pompoms are a threat to masculinity everywhere . . .