Picking your own Tulips in Holland

Make plans and you will make God laugh; this is what my father always tells me. And boy is he right!
The pictures you will see are from our 4th intent to make it out to Lisse. The town where we went last year to pick tulips, and the only place we know we can do this.

First time: There was a flower carnival, impossible to get there, all roads closed.
Second time: We arrived just to find out tulips were still not in bloom (due to a very cold spring).
Third time: The traffic was unbearable (did I mention the road, one lane each, is being renovated?) we drove back.
Fourth time: We made it by a tiny bit of patience, and yes it was rewarded. Indeed!!

See? I told you so. In my mind I'm always dreaming of the day I'll be able to go back to those tulip fields. It is like color therapy or something of the sort.

7 euros for all you can fit in a bucket is not a bad idea, is it? Not only are you in color heaven that day but your house will be for the rest of the week.
At this moment every single vase and container in my house is filled with all the prettiness that we brought back from our short trip.

Not bad for not giving up, huh? I can't wait to go back, that is when my vases no longer have tulips in them and when the thermometer for my patience is a bit on the higher part.

I hope all this color makes you as happy as it made me.
May your week be bright and warm (not too warm though)!
Giova
P.S: "Never, never, never give up." - W. Churchill