There's not a lot to say after endless photos of flower fields. This kind beauty is unrivaled by most anything else. How does one right about a million tulips blowing quietly in a field, all colors harmonizing on a sunny day in the middle of a valley silent but for whispering wind.
We waited for about an hour (and drove an hour) to see these fields in Woodburn, Oregon, but after feeling grumpy about the wait and hot drive, we found ourselves standing amid the happiest flowers in the world. Is there anything better?
P.S. My shorts are from Gap (old), chambray from Target, and tank from Aeropostale.