It’s an event when it snows around Portland, Oregon. Most of us don’t know how to drive in snow. And the city is not all that well equipped to keep things running smoothly, though they give it the ole college try. And they provide fair warning:
If you choose to drive, stay with your vehicle in a snow and ice storm. Any abandoned vehicle is subject to being cited and impounded. To locate your vehicle, call Police Auto Records at 503-823-0044.
People who move here from snowier climes are quick to rain on our parade. They think we’re ridiculous. But come one. Let us have a couple snow days in winter.
I tend to avoid the mall this time of year, too much of all that is annoying. If I have to shop a non-nursery situation I tend to head to one of our neighborhood shopping districts, there the shops are mostly locally owned and in between the stores I can still step outside and get some fresh air. Recently I headed to the “Pearl” an area slightly north of downtown Portland proper. Standing on a corner, waiting to cross, I had a moment to appreciate the understated plantings up above me… (more…)
My move to Oregon, back in 2004, coincided with my (now) husband and I becoming engaged. To celebrate the news his Aunt and Uncle took us on a wine tasting adventure through Oregon wine country and as a wedding gift assembled a mixed case made from our favorites. That was eleven years ago, a return visit was overdue! (more…)
I’m spending an inordinate amount of time trying to outsmart my cats. Oh sure, I expected them to be sorta naughty, but dear dang dog, Mister Kitty especially is H-O-R-R-I-B-L-E, and that’s with the French pronunciation. He’s not mean horrible, mind you, but super duper curious horrible. It’s such a paradox, so sweet and affectionate with us, and so contemptuous of everything else.
There appear to be a few reoccurring themes on this blog, and in my gardening life. First up…”never say never” – just because you’ve not cared for a particular plant doesn’t mean you won’t find yourself falling for it’s charms someday. Megan recently admitted to buying a Fuchsia and I’ve somehow found myself embracing ornamental cabbage and kale. The latest example? I spent a couple of hours last week at the Portland Chinese Garden celebrating Mumvember…
Every time I take the drive south from Portland on Interstate 5, I’m reminded in living technicolor, that I really do live in the Willamette Valley. You see vast stretches of pastureland, mountains, sheep with requisite guard Llama–and a veritable menagerie of birds. Hawks perch on fence posts all along the highway, eagles soar overhead, egrets and all manner of flocking birds fill the open fields. (more…)
I know they’re numbered, but in these last decent days of fall, there are some fine looking plants in the garden.
The shaded brick planter on the north side of our house has exceeded all expectations. It’s under the eaves, and needs to be watered year round, but I’m up to the challenge with stellar performers like these.