Ruth under a Japanese Snowbell @ SE 33rd & Stark
Portland is famous for two things: Hipsters and rain. Both can be a drag, but the latter at least serves a purpose. When spring finally arrives, the city is overtaken with blooms nourished by the unceasing, soul-crushing rainy season. Colors explode in eye-popping arrays, accented by the light of the evasive sun. The flourishing plant life is our little reward for cruel winter, it is a truly spectacular display that also yields a wide variety of berries, fruits, and veggies in the later months. So yeah, I'll wait out the rain, but up next comes allergy season... yuck, that hipster of seasons: snotty, whiney, and totally in your face. Damn, I better enjoy all these flowers before they pollinate.
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