In Pilot Point, Texas there is a Tulip Farm that makes me incredibly giddy for weeks.

(I’ve been watching Enola Holmes, so I feel the movie’s adorable way of explaining things influencing this post)

1. I love adventuring. A day spent outdoors with the opportunity for hot baths, clean hair, and tired bodies at the end of the day sounds perfectly magical.
2. I love memories. Pictures taken or drawn that remind us of colors and smiles (and leaves out the arguing bits) are my cup of tea.
3. I love wonder. Seeds splitting open to burst forth color and fragrance surrounded by unlikely rows of soggy ground? Yes, please.
4. The fact that this occurs during my birth month means I take 7% of the credit for the loveliness of March.

I’ve been watching their instagram page to see when they are opening and it looks like their timing will be perfect, as usual!

Over spring break, I’ll load up the kids, find silly, overpriced delicious dessert coffee and head out.

I’ll spend 45 minutes debating with myself which colors I should collect.

• A sophisticated monochromatic palette?
• A collection of ombre goodness?

And then, I’ll melt as I watch tiny hands pluck the woebegone, trampled, stragglers from the rows and I’ll agree to take every mismatched petal home with us.

I’ll giggle on the way home realizing I’m so incredibly predictable and I’m quite alright with that.