Pulling up to Wooden Shoe Tulip Farm on a crisp March morning, I genuinely did not expect to feel so completely overwhelmed by color. Rows upon rows of tulips stretched out in every direction, painting the Oregon landscape in shades of red, purple, yellow, and pink that almost looked unreal.
The air smelled earthy and fresh, and somewhere in the distance, a hot air balloon drifted quietly above the fields.
Families were already spreading out across the paths, kids running ahead, cameras clicking from every angle…