We moved in February, leaving behind two years of garden experimentation at our rental house.
My parents flew into town last week for a mid-fall visit, and with their trip falling so close to Halloween, we decided to drive out to Sauvie Island on Sunday to pick carving pumpkins from Columbia Farms.
It’s happened again.
The past few days aside, May and early June felt like summer in the Pacific Northwest.
After a long winter hiatus, when I first picked up the little green notebook in which I record gardening notes, I flipped to see when the last entry was.
In the past year, amidst unpacking, painting, gardening, work, and trips near and far, Portland's weather shifted according to the seasons: Summer involved three months of surreally beautiful dry weather, Fall brought unexpected color change, and Winter, a season I was prepared to "survive", was mild – gentler than previous years', I've heard.
We livened up our weekend pancakes (it's true, we eat pancakes most weekends!), by transforming the chocolate chip rounds into easter shapes: bunnies and chicks.
I assure you I've been doing more this past week than eating dessert, but I'm still organizing my thoughts, editing pictures, and brainstorming content.
In my past thoughts about snowshoeing, I conjured up images of myself stylishly bundled up, casually tramping over snow, enjoying a low-impact activity.
No visit to Portland should be considered complete without a day trip to the Oregon Coast.
As July turned to August, I didn't share a garden update because much remained the same.
For the majority of my life, I've lived in places that aren't frequented by trick-or-treaters.
A few weekends ago, Justin and I, along with several friends, drove the ten miles from SE Portland to Sauvie Island, on a pumpkin picking quest.
We've been more than taking advantage of summer in Portland, attempting to pack our weekends with as many warm-weather activities as possible.
You can barely walk a block in SE Portland without hearing a soft 'cluck cluck' or an insistent 'bok bok' from a back or side yard.
We inherited two spectacular plants with this house, one in the front yard and one in the backyard.
June was a productive month for our 4x4 garden, the multiple container plants scattered about our driveway, and the flowers in both the front and back yards.
It's disconcerting to visit a new place with certain expectations, only to arrive and find that your expectations missed the mark.
The last time I wrote about gardening and general backyard maintenance, I was still cleaning things up and progress inched along.
To me, one of the most exciting parts of home rentership, aside from doing laundry whenever I want and not hearing the neighbor's conversations, is having a yard.
We kicked off a beautiful Portland weekend by taking a late Friday afternoon stroll along the Southwest waterfront.
When we originally planned our move to the West Coast, we envisioned a once-in-a-lifetime road trip across the country.
We landed in Portland on Wednesday night, after an enjoyable drive from Brooklyn to St.
You can never predict the course that friendships will take in your life, and that's certainly been the case with my friendship with Rachel.
My dad is a therapist to troubled adolescent boys, and a good one at that.
I'll remember this year's Christmas as the year things got back on track.
Don't you hate it when your favorite television show surprises you with a sneaky 'clips' episode, in which the writers use a subpar story line to weave together the season's funniest or most heartfelt moments?
Justin and I spent last weekend in Baltimore visiting several of our friends.
Happy Birthday to my wonderful husband, Justin!
The last my parents visited Central Park, they were younger than I am now!