So, the other day I took the almost-3-hr train ride back north, rented a very crappy bike (from a different place closer to the fields), tucked my camera bulkily into my coat and rode in the cold and the rain to see the fields. Many of them had been cut but there were a few left.
I imagined this
I got this
|Notice the two very different sizes of blooms.|
|A few bulbs get missed by the cutting machine.|
|Or more than a few.|
|Although not as colorful as the tulips, the hyacinths smell amazing. Especially in the damp air. You can see the raindrops in the water.|
|Some of the most colorful fields couldn't be reached without climbing a fence and trespassing (not that I'm opposed to such actions but I did not engage on this particular outing).|
I did not see any giant piles of cut blooms and I'm not sure why. My Mom remembers seeing the fields full of blooms one day and then the giant piles of red and yellow and orange tulip heads the next. Maybe they have new machines (hmmm, machinery advances in 20-something years?) that don't leave the big piles? I was actually looking forward to it. Anyway, it might not have been the outing I had envisioned but I can say I rode a bike through the tulip fields...how much more Dutch can you get?