A few weeks ago, we took a little roadtrip – just to get out of the house. On the way home, we drove by the Wooden Shoe Tulip Farm near Woodburn. We figured their annual Tulip Festival was canceled, but were hoping we’d see the tulips in bloom, even if from a distance. We were lucky. They had apparently planned for visitors just like us, and rerouted us to drive down the road through the fields – like some kind of Dutch bulb safari – we got to see the tulips without ever leaving our car.
The crowds obviously weren’t there, and I found the notable absence of all the auxiliary junk that comes with entertaining crowds, quite refreshing. I’ve griped about these view-marring plastic marvels in the past. This time around, there were still a few around, but they were far easier to keep out of my photos – even though some still ended up having a bright blue box on the horizon. (I spared you from those shots.) I think, for the post-pandemic Tulip Festivals, they should entertain the idea of renting tulip colored portapotties, as they would be far less visually disruptive.
Anyway, it was nice to be able to take in the rich pastels of the tulip fields without the numerous bulky, blue distractions. On the farthermost edge of the compound, backed by a green field and a hazelnut plantation, sat a lonely portapotty. As it were, it looked almost a little surreal in all the empty green – like some kind of weird art installation. I could live with that – LOL!