Wednesday, April 15, 2015

It wasn't really about the flowers

During her spring break my friend Susan and her family traveled to Oregon to spend the week with her mother.  As we did last year, Susan and I arranged to meet up during the week.  Last year we met at Red Robin for lunch and to talk for hours.  This year we met at the tulip festival in between Portland and Salem.

The forecast was for sun, but when we arrived it was very overcast and even a little foggy.  Fortunately the beauty of the flowers shone brightly even in the grey conditions.


 I had brought rainboots for both of us, but we couldn't decide whether or not we actually needed them.  Finally we decided that we were ok in our old shoes, and throughout the day we laughed about and occasionally regretted that decision.  

We walked, looked at the flowers (marveling at their beauty), and talked.  And talked, and talked, and talked.  

When we got to the end, we started again.  We walked on the far side of the field so that all we saw was flowers and trees and odd little plants.

We watched a man fly a drone above the fields of flowers. What must that view have been like?

And then, slowly slowly, the sun came out.  Flowers that had been more closed now opened in the bright sun.

The best thing about the sun coming out and the sky clearing was that we could see Mt. Hood in the distance.  Always lovely, but especially with snow on it!

We contemplated eating there at the farm but when we saw the long lines we decided we would eat after we we went and walked around another time!  All of the time talking, talking, talking.

It was a beautiful day, and I am lucky to have a friend like Susan.  



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