Local Heart, Global Soul

May 9, 2013

Apparently Stripes are The Latest Thing this Season…

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

This is a largely photographic post… Stripes, stripes and more stripes of amazing colour.

Even narrow strips of land along the roadside, between a canal and a farm are packed solid with blooms. The air is pungent with the smell of perfume, the colours are fresh, bright and there are cyclists and people stopping everywhere to admire the views.

We even noticed a number of tour buses travelling ridiculously (and unlawfully) slowly on the motorway behind us probably in response to tourist pleas to try and catch some elusive photos of the bulb fields en route to their next destination.

Also something funny: at one point where we stopped to take photographs we caught sight of a chicken in the tulip field just across the canal. It didn’t falter or dally  but marched resolutely right the the very end of the long field, and entered the last row of tulips and fussed around there: it probably thought it’s owner will never find her eggs here, sadly she will probably return later in the next days to find them scrambled simply because she’s hidden them so well. Needless to say, the nearby town of Noordwijk has planters full of tulips all down the streets… and it’s clear that stripes are very much in fashion this season, along the Dutch coast just north of the Hague.

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)
(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

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(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

3 Comments »

  1. Wow – those fields of tulips are wonderful. Love the pic with the chicken in it!

    Comment by Elaine - I used to be indecisive — May 11, 2013 @ 7:36 am | Reply

  2. Love the pictures, though I don’t think there are any eggs hidden. That chicken is not a she. 😛 But the flowers are very beautiful!

    Comment by Anneke — May 16, 2013 @ 10:16 am | Reply

    • Hahahaha… oops silly me! Yes of course, the ladies don’t have combs do they? Clearly if zoology had been a course at school I would have failed. (red face here).
      …Was he henpecked and running away from the ladies at home? is the very last row of a row of tulpen the chicken equivalent of a “man shed”? Clandestine meeting with a hen from the neighbouring farm mayhap? Are the best worms to be found at the end of the cultivated plot?
      Only the Rooster knows…

      Comment by kiwidutch — May 16, 2013 @ 5:55 pm | Reply


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