There exists a place called Dutch Heritage Gardens. It’s an outfit with huge greenhouses, and they supply flowers, large pots, plants and planter to various places (groceries stores, all-night wicker places, etc.) who then mark them up and sell them.
BUT . . . once a year, on Memorial Day weekend, they open their doors to the public. And the Public goes wild.
OK, so the public is not wild, but there were, on this second day of the sale, enough people to make the check-out time be nearly two hours long. If you look along the wall, you will notice people pushing carts . . . that’s people waiting in line to pay. It’s at least a hundred yards long, and maybe more . . . and then you turn the corner, and it’s another 100-200 yards to the cashiers.
There is no SmugMug gallery for the following shots. They are a mix of my Nikon photos, and my Samsung phone photos. You see, I had brought my camera with the macro lens (those photos in the next post), but what I really needed was my wide angle . . . enter the phone, and I think it did a passable job.
Here we go . . .
The big pots are not the ones hanging . . .
This next one is from my macro lens, with a small depth of field because it’s a macro lens.
The place is a bit overwhelming (especially the line).
Here is the line, again. First, along the length of a greenhouse wall . . .
And when you get to the end of the wall, and you turn the corner . . .
That’s the line on the left . . . a long, long, . . . long line. Most people come with others so someone can get in line and move the cart along while the other(s) shop.
As you move the cart along, you go by row after row of flowers, and people peel off from the slowly moving line so they can go grab stuff.
Like I said, overwhelming. Here are some more . . .
Many people come here with their kids, who mostly seem bored . . .
But some get into the spirit of the experience . . .
That was with the phone, but these guys deserve better . . .
So, after a little over two hours, this is our loot . . .
We went today because last year the second day was very lightly shopped. Not so today. Personally, I think all the people who last year shopped on the first day were severely traumatized and decided to come the second day (nearly empty, last year).
Not so much empty this year. Next year we’ll shoot for a tad later . . . although there were lots of people still entering when we left. I guess you just pick a time and hope for the best.
As usual, if you are one of them gentle people who appreciate moments spent contemplating the folly of buying flowers, and found this to be one such moment, don’t you think you should share it with others in your life? Others who might appreciate the above, and find a similar escape in it?
. . . and, even if you hated it, and found it a complete waste of time, and would rather watch Human Centipede, you might want to share it anyway; there is always the chance it will make you appear less like . . . you know, you.
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