I hope nobody minds another post about the flowers.
Maybe the perfume from the blooms is making me a little giddy but I can't resist the eye candy.
Skagit Valley is carpeted with tulips, looking like Holland in the spring, and it's gone to my head again this year.
Even the reflections in the muddy rows shine with beauty.
Nobody minds the mud, and the trucks carry blossoms picked by workers whose singing can be heard across the fields in the early morning.
Workers bunch the stems and tuck them under burlap in the wooden boxes that dot the fields.
We locals can't get over how amazing it is that we actually get to call this valley home.
Truly this is a splendid place, a rare gift, a fleeting blessing like spring itself.
