It happens every year. The miracle of brilliant color.
Bold, bright, primary color.
Bold enough that even the reflections are stunning.
And it happens right in my own backyard.
If I didn't know better, I'd think this was Holland, not my own neighborhood.
This is a miracle that stuns me every spring.
You should come see it with your own eyes.
Skagit Valley in the spring.
Pure magic.
Even the mud puddles are gorgeous.
