I spent April chasing Oregon's elusive wildflower bounty, hoping to catch the brief moment in time when tight little buds transform into fields of color.
Garden
The Grass is Riz
All of Portland loses its mind on a day like this. We head out to soak up a winter's worth of soul sustaining sunshine. It's the promise that yes, change will come, even if it rains all the rest of this week. It's the acknowledgement that we did survive whatever personal hell was our winter.
De-Constructing
Time to de-construct the garden, pull out the old, make way for new. Divergent feelings, mixed blessings, another cycle done, never to be repeated, at least not quite like the last one. The crops moved through their cycles, some more exuberantly than others, providing a fantastically green backdrop for our yard, a rich view from … Continue reading De-Constructing
Seasonal Straddling
Mid-September It's a bittersweet transition putting on my fleecy clothes in the mornings. There's relief in the early cool breeze coming through the windows but I already miss the summer heat. It's a greedy feeling, holding onto summer, wanting heat, enjoying the cool, wanting fall colors. If only, if only. The garden begins it's slow … Continue reading Seasonal Straddling
