Was it all just a dream?
As Debra and I merged into I-5′s dark, rainy, Seattle rush-hour traffic a month ago and headed south toward Portland, Oregon, we both sensed that something momentous was about to happen, but neither of us could have possibly anticipated the extent or the beauty of that magical, forty-eight-hour whirlwind trip as we were first being swept into it. How could we have?
The source, the real fount of all that magic . . . was the people.
It was most certainly not the weather or the traffic. And though we managed to avail ourselves of a few really delicious meals during our whirlwind trip, it was not Portland’s deservedly famous restaurant scene, either. No, it was definitely the people . . .
The kindness, the delicious, creative energy and unfailing generosity of the people we met just kept blowing us away; the way one ever-so-helpful flower grower at the Portland Flower Market introduced us to a floral designer, who then walked us over and effusively introduced us to yet another designer from another shop, telling us openly in her introduction just how much she admired the other’s work. I mean, really, how often does that sort of thing happen in the world you live in? But there, within that energetic space and time-warp it happened again and again. There is something special going on in the floral world around Portland, Oregon, and here, for your edification and viewing pleasure is a first taste, a small initial sampling of those delightful faces and dancing eyes that so completely charmed us during our brief visit. We hope you will enjoy it and that you’ll check back as we delve in and offer more detailed glimpses of some of their inspiring stories.