I lost myself among the flowers, and it was a brilliant experience.

The Wooden Shoe Tulip Farm is a local family operation that’s been around in some form since 1950. They began growing tulips in 1974, and in 1985 opened their fields to visitors for Easter. Now they host the annual TulipFest every April. And despite being located very close to where I grew up, I’d never actually attended the festival before. So when my friend Jess suggested that we go, it was finally time to rectify that mistake.

By the time we got there, the brief taste of springtime sun that inspired our outing had vanished. But damp weather couldn’t dampen our mood. Neither the familiar teases of Oregon rain nor the clouds obscuring the famous view of Mt. Hood did anything to diminish the picturesque splendor of tiptoeing through 40 acres of stunningly vibrant tulips.

We were only there for a couple of hours, at best. But I could have spent the whole day surrounded by all that beauty. And I can’t believe that I hadn’t gone before.

Writer. Actor. Director. Chalk artist. YouTuber. Nerdfighter. Traveler. Pansexual. Genderfluid. Millennial. Socialist. Living a complex life beyond those words.

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