For most of my life I have staunchly declared that I hate flowers. They don’t last long enough, they are a waste of money, and they are certainly not useful. My dislike was strong enough that different dates have often given me chocolate instead of the customary flowers (although I graciously accepted flowers when they were unaware). As I think about visiting the flower fields as a young child, I am reminded of a feeling of extreme boredom. Strolling through fifty acres of Rananculus flowers? For hours? I don’t think the 1,500 square foot green house filled with Poinsettias held my attention either. Not even the views of the Pacific Ocean from the fields could impress me at that age. Perhaps the tractor ride would have been fun, but at $5 a person my parents would not have taken me on it.
In the past year I have started to gain an appreciation for how flowers can brighten up a room and raise a mood. In light of this, I was substantially more impressed with the flower fields on my recent visit. While I wouldn’t buy the $25 season tickets they offer, I do think they are worth visiting once. I think most of the pictures speak for themselves about how beautiful these hills of flowers are. (I did see the men in our group checking out the tractor and planes that flew overhead with at least as much interest as they had in the flowers).
This guy gave me my appreciation for flowers
My mother loves flowers more than anyone I know
