I bought a bouquet of tulips the day before Easter. I had gone to Pike Place Market to peruse and buy flowers to bring to my parents for the holiday. It was a usual early spring day in Seattle, balmy and damp but the sun was attempting to fend off the clouds and make itself known. I was ducking and dodging my way through the crowds, trying to stay light on my feet as I glanced over stands of fresh vegetables and handmade crafts, tasting honey straws and infused olive oils, smelling seafood and rain in the air. I love this market. Its crazy and packed with tourists, but its like a concentrated microcosm of Seattle - people, fresh food, art and culture situated on Puget Sound.
I scanned the bins of fresh cut spring flowers, every bouquet being artfully flung together by the H'Mong flower vendors. Daffodils, tulips, cherry tree blossoms, irises. After walking the covered corridors I found a bouquet for my parents and grabbed an assortment of tulips for myself. Every gorgeous color of spring.
But wait...take a closer look
So that is my little white lie.
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