Today I took a break from work and writing and stepped out into the overcast sky covered day. Some friends invited me to join them as they ventured to the Wooden Shoe Tulip Farm in Woodburn, Oregon.
When we approached the grounds to park, the field reminded me of Dorothy and her friends when they reached the poppy fields on the way to Oz. Now I don't know the different varieties by name without a marker like, Blushing Beauty or La Courtine. All I can say is that they are real and wonderful. They swept the fields like one long colorful blanket that made adults smile and children laugh.
People flocked to flowers like bees in search of nectar. Cameras in every style, shape and price range could be seen clicking away at the sight. How could you not be anything but happy with tulip cups in bright yellows, soft pinks or corals standing proud against the wind while being knocked about as people tried to photograph love ones in the fields?
Before leaving, I purchased a roughly made wooden shoe by one of the craftsmen to use as a planter and a pair of wooden shoe magnets from the gift shop. Along the way I also picked up a fresh prospective for my next story and healthy dose of fresh air as well as a clear mind.
It all reminded me of why I travel; the people, places and the learning experience helps to make me a better person each and everyday.