For the last 3 years, I have begged Jimmy to take me to the Poppy Festival in Lancaster for several reasons. First, I LOVE festivals. I love trying out new foods, browsing through the vendors, watching the kids play games…the whole nine yards. I also have a fond memory of a time when I was about 5 years old. My dad took my family to a poppy field and I remember running through the beautiful sea of flowers with my brother and picnicking right outside our car. But my MAIN goal was to get nice photos to display in our bedroom.
Well, early Saturday morning, we packed breakfast, got the MP3 player ready, and off we went. We were probably one of the first ones there. I was so excited to eat, take photos of the field, and shop. But as I got in line to purchase the tickets, my husband whispered, “Ummm…I don’t think the poppy field is here.”
Ummmm…hello? It’s THE poppy festival. The poppy field MUST be inside those gates. Right!? Well, it turned out that the festival was JUST a festival…no flowers what-so-ever. We literally stared at each other and then laughed for the next oh…at least an HOUR. What the heck. We drove almost 2 hours for nothing!!
Feeling totally crushed, we asked one of the people in line to see if there were any poppy fields nearby. He told us that there was one 15 miles away.
And off we went…15 miles away…and found this…
Yay! Totally worth the drive (although I feel asleep). And as you can see, we had fun with the tripod.
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