I've gone to the Chicago Flower & Garden Show every year for the last six years. Usually, I sign up to go on a bus trip sponsored by one or another of the garden groups in town. It's fun that way -- hanging out with other gardeners on a (relatively) comfortable charter bus, knitting all the way, not having to worry about Chicago traffic, and being transported right to the door of the flower show.
But this year . . . no bus trips!
So I decided to just drive myself. I invited a few of my gardening friends -- and off we went!
The drive to Chicago from Kalamazoo is easy (it's just the traffic that's Not Fun) -- but yesterday we had the added complication of super-duper high winds. We knew it would be okay, though -- because as we headed west toward Chicago on I-94, this giant, brilliantly-intense, full double rainbow appeared just before us. (I so wanted to stop and take a picture -- but it was pouring rain at the time.)
Anyway. We had an easy - though windy! - drive in to the city (only had to wrangle with one uncooperative toll booth), and walked into this . . .
Bright, bold color -- everywhere!
The best thing about the flower show . . . is really just seeing the explosions of color.
Sweet, blooming flowers.
Hydrangeas of all colors and sizes.
Old favorites that just smell so wonderful!
A general sense of hope for the return of Spring -- and blooms of my own.
We had a great time at the flower show -- and it's always nice to get away with gardening friends where there are blooms around! But. We were all rather disappointed in the actual show overall. After seeing so many of them, this one just lacked the WOW-displays of past shows. We talked about this a lot on our way home. We wondered if it's just that we're "hard to please" because we've been to so many shows . . . but we decided, no. This one really was a bit lackluster.
Still. It was a great day -- and so wonderful to spend some time among the blooms!
The winds were even stronger on our drive home - but we were traveling east, so they were behind us. It took nearly half a tank of gas to drive to Chicago (pretty typical) -- but the needle barely dropped below a half-tank on the way home from Chicago (not typical at all).
I decided it really was a whirlWIND day!