The sun creeping in the window forced me to open one eye. With a sideways glance to the bedside clock I groaned and rolled over. Ava was lying sideways in the giant over plush bed and instantly protested my semi-aggressive take over of her precious bed space. It was barely after six in the morning, but no matter how hard I tried to fall back to sleep the sound of the ocean that had lulled me to sleep the night before was now calling my name to rise.
Ava and I got out of bed and loudly got ourselves dressed. Me meandered downstairs for our free breakfast that the Hilton graciously offered us. This was our first impression of Palomar Beach in Southern California. They did us good. We gorged ourselves on fresh fruit, Belgian waffles, turkey sausage, and yogurt. Several people stopped by our table to comment on what an adorable pair we made, and my! Look how well behaved this little girl is! Yes, but you don't want to see her when the food runs out.
When it came time to leave the hotel, I employed my navigation to direct us to the Flower Fields at Carlsbad. Vicki, my navigation system, responded cheerfully to my inquiry that the fields were less than a mile away. I felt like she was getting snarky with me, and then I realized she might be right as I crossed over the interstate and saw a giant windmill.
The fields were breathtaking. For as far as the eye could see, there were rows upon rows of perfectly formed Ranunculus flowers. Over 20 acres, in every stage from seedling to full bloom. Ava and I boarded an antique tractor that pulled us to the top of the hill. There aren't many words to described the view... With the pacific strong and blue in the background, the distinct salty fragrance in the air and a world blooming all around. Instantly, we were enchanted. It wasn't hard to spend hours lazily walking up and down the isles of endless beauty, with the bright blue sky dotted with ideal puffy clouds.
Ava's eyes were large saucers in her face. The mystery and wonder of the flowers entranced her. "Where do they come from Momma?" She asked. She picked a few. Touched many. She ran, walked, laughed... and cried a little when her hand got dirty. There was only one thing more beautiful than the flowers, and that was my Ava Mae.
Ava and I got out of bed and loudly got ourselves dressed. Me meandered downstairs for our free breakfast that the Hilton graciously offered us. This was our first impression of Palomar Beach in Southern California. They did us good. We gorged ourselves on fresh fruit, Belgian waffles, turkey sausage, and yogurt. Several people stopped by our table to comment on what an adorable pair we made, and my! Look how well behaved this little girl is! Yes, but you don't want to see her when the food runs out.
When it came time to leave the hotel, I employed my navigation to direct us to the Flower Fields at Carlsbad. Vicki, my navigation system, responded cheerfully to my inquiry that the fields were less than a mile away. I felt like she was getting snarky with me, and then I realized she might be right as I crossed over the interstate and saw a giant windmill.
The fields were breathtaking. For as far as the eye could see, there were rows upon rows of perfectly formed Ranunculus flowers. Over 20 acres, in every stage from seedling to full bloom. Ava and I boarded an antique tractor that pulled us to the top of the hill. There aren't many words to described the view... With the pacific strong and blue in the background, the distinct salty fragrance in the air and a world blooming all around. Instantly, we were enchanted. It wasn't hard to spend hours lazily walking up and down the isles of endless beauty, with the bright blue sky dotted with ideal puffy clouds.
Ava's eyes were large saucers in her face. The mystery and wonder of the flowers entranced her. "Where do they come from Momma?" She asked. She picked a few. Touched many. She ran, walked, laughed... and cried a little when her hand got dirty. There was only one thing more beautiful than the flowers, and that was my Ava Mae.
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