We decided to go to Lancaster and see the poppy preserve. We went last year and it was beautiful, poppies everywhere. For those who have forgotten, here is a photo from last year (which was not considered a great year, just OK):
And here is one we took today:
I mean, there are a few, but not many.
We really screwed up on the timing, too -- we meant to go in the morning, but one thing led to another, and finally we decided to go to Palmdale first, have lunch and do some shopping, and go to the poppy preserve on our way home. We got there around 3 pm and of course it was windy, because I'm pretty sure it's ALWAYS windy in the Antelope Valley. It wasn't cold, but the babies don't like wind. (And really, who DOES like wind?) They actually ran away from us on the trail, all the way back down to the parking lot. We were screaming at the top of our lungs and they just ignored us. We went and got them, but then they ran away again. We finally had to put on their leashes, which we haven't used in ages. Here they are running away from us in the wind:
We walked and walked on the trail, but we never found the owl clover (another wildflower) that the ladies at the visitor center said were out there. Just that nasty little weed that's everywhere now. I don't know its name.
Poor Lancaster. Their Poppy Festival is this weekend, and really, why would you bother going this year? Of course that may mean that fewer people come to Ridgecrest's Wildflower Festival. Is anyone actually going to come to our Wildflower Festival? We'll find out tomorrow. We're going to go, at least, and I'm going to sit at a booth Sunday morning (and possibly tomorrow afternoon if Rocket Boy is willing to mind the twins for a while).
I'll leave you with one more photo. I'm pretty sure this was taken by Baby B. (Hey! Are those little fingerprints in the sky?)
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