Tulip Skip

On a recent Friday, four girls played hooky to go tiptoeing through the tulips. It was purely spontaneous, blooming out of no where with a 6:57am text message, "can you play hooky today? we should drive up to see the tulips." The blossoms are fleeting and only last so long...so, we decided to say so-long to our laptops and to-do lists (and in the case of one, our teachers) and make a day of it.

So, a few hours later, my perennial playmates and I skipped out of the city and headed north to Mount Vernon. Rows, and rows of tulips. A press of petals in red, yellow, pink, white, orange, purple, coral. As one of the truants in the group of hooky-players observed, "that's a lot of bulbs." Truth.

We were just as confused by the sign (above) staked into the ground as you are. We'd heard that rows of tulips were made just for tiptoeing. And tiptoe we did.