On a recent walk around a marina, I passed a set-up for a wedding. Petals scattered on the aisle, a few chairs askew; it was obvious a ceremony was held some time earlier. Then I saw a large bouquet on one of the chairs.
Though I could see the happy reception underway on the other end of the patio, with the bride and groom at a head table smiling and kissing, etc., I couldn’t help but be struck with the forlorn image of a bridal bouquet left on a chair of an empty set up for a wedding ceremony.
It’s official: The Northwest saw its longest, most freezing-est, most wet-est, most grey-est winter in over 30 years. We might be Northwesterners, but even we have our limits.
By April 1st, I was desperate to get outside and in the sun, however limited its early spring reach (and damned the threat of April foolery. Some things are simply worth the risk).
This time of year, regardless the weather, Washingtonians think of fields of crocus, daffodils, tulips and iris. Jumping in the car and heading north to see sweeping fields of these flowers is an annual right of passage. By the first of April in my usually temperate place on the map, the crocus would be long gone, the daffodils would be in the early stages of recession, the tulips would be in their first full blooms, and the iris would just be putting forth the tips of their green stalks. But the intensely freezing, wet winter this past year put all blooms into deep hibernation. Everything is set back at least a month.
Nevertheless, I snapped some photos of landscapes in the farming communities in and around western Skagit County. Flowers or no, it’s some spectacularly beautiful country.