February 21st, 2015

This Weeks Pics: Branch & Blooms in Laurelhurst Park

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Spring!!! It’s Happening!
Blossoms, buds, green tips, mossy everything, wet earth, longer days, warmer sun. Rebirth. A fresh start, a new beginning.
Anyway I look at it, I can’t get over how lovely this time of year is.
These pics are from Laurelhurst Park, just a few blocks from our house and a place of significant botanical interest. In the olden days, Laurelhurst park was the backyard to a mansion, now its all of ours’ backyard.
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September 21st, 2013

Harvesting Rosehips at Rocky Butte

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Three weeks of post-graduation life, and I couldn’t be more pleased with life right now. I have been able to discover Portland in brand new ways, going to new places, meeting new people, and doing those things I used to love so much but could never as much as I wanted while in school, like harvesting herbs.

Rob and I have been here for three years as of Sept 12th. I almost can’t believe it! Portland feels like home to me, and I love it more each and every day. I moved here 3 days before school started then was immersed in school the entire time. Needless to say, I didn’t explore Portland the way I would’ve liked. But now I can do just that! Read the rest of this entry »

May 3rd, 2013

Wednesday Stroll through the Neighborhool, NE Portland

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It was Wednesday. I was done with shift at 1pm and had a whole serendipitous afternoon in front of me. The sun was shining, trees are ridiculously lush, flowers are showing off their private parts to their pollinators and innocent passerby’s. Birds and bees filling the airwaves with their incessant songs and wing flaps. Do bees flap their wings?

When I set out on a walk, I never know where exactly I am going. That would defeat the purpose of going with the flow. Instead I think of a direction. North, East, South or West. Those are my four choice. I let the esoteric, archetypal, cryptic qualities of the directions be my guide. Sometimes I close my eyes and try to intuit with my body the pull of my soul. It’s like a murraders map  traveling in the channels of my body. You can’t over think it though, no logic involved, no second guessing. Get the guidance and go.

I wandered north of Burnside between 33rd and 28th. North simply because I thought of the phrase “True North”. I had three companions: my camera, a paper bag and a clippers.

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There is a most magical corner lot at 31st and Couch. The gardens took my breath away. I studied the layout, the planting stagey, the color palate and textures. An artist or two live here. I imagine them as Elfin folks with beautiful shiny hair draped in lavish robes, dripping with shimmering moss and tipped with golf leaf. For a moment I thought about quitting acupuncture school and becoming a devotee of gardening , but I don’t think Rob would appreciate it. Maybe I can combine the two. Gardening is healing, is it not? Healing is cultivating and tending to the garden of the body and soul, so it can share its beauty with the world, is it not?

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An antique box spring composed a wall of their chicken coop. Found doors and windows added interest to a plain old fence. Even the corner of their parking space had a wrought iron pretty something in it. The magenta roses were the absolute best smelling roses this season so far.

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pink-rose-bush-with-budsCan I have a rose bush like these? Do they live in pots? I must dedicate myself to finding the answer, because how can you I not have roses like this in my life. Until then, I can walk to NE Everett and sneak a whiff now and again. I wonder if these roses smell better in the middle of the night.