The Ups and Downs of a Tulip blossom
After the tourists have oohed and aahed over the vast blankets of riotous color in the fields for a few weeks, workers walk down the rows, pull off the blossoms and unceremoniously drop them to the ground. All the remaining growth energy then goes into the bulb. The growth and harvest of the bulbs being the primary objective.
Like an old man warming his bones one last time in the sun, the remains of a decaying tree lean to catch the light while resting quietly with ferns for blankets on cold feet, bird-songs and a murmuring brook in place of an elegy, surrounded by strong scions and old friends.
Valleys and hills like these in northeastern Oregon were once the ancestral home of the Umatilla peoples. They were forced off the land and onto a reservation near Pendleton in 1855.