1,000 Miles Of Coastal Color & Loving Friends

I left Portland Thursday morning in a misty rain, cool and dark as the mornings there are. The freshness of the air hit me again as remarkable – it’s an almost therapeutic side benefit of all the constant rainfall, what with the cleansed oxygen and ozone so redolent all around one.

My next leg of travel deals with seeing my daughter again, amid some of the recent changes in her life. As well, I have the great good fortune of my life’s best friend picking me up at the airport, then running up to see his own daughter in Camarillo, a gal I met when she was all of 2 years old. I’m a nice local legend in her family and I was her first real adult friend at her age then.

Here he regales my new bestest little freind, Marleigh, with a railroad tune, further justifying her pet name for her Grandad – “Choo-Choo”.

It was so cool chatting as we drove Northward after we sat for a while with my girl, Alena, at a great outdoor pub close to Mission Beach in San Diego. Here’s a shot of us with her friend, Matt.

But I am a landscaping man…………..enough of the sociality. Time to get local, regional and take a gander at Paradise. As these things go, this is high Rose season in Southern California. Coincidentally, it’s also Bouganvilla season, which rather augments the next picture of a home in Leigha’s neighborhood.

 Here’s “concrete truth” about my whereabouts.

Among the flora of Southern California which I know absolutely Zero about but which I still consider elements of Paradise are Jackaranda Trees. Anything blue always surprises me, I think, but particularly this big.

Leigha and Nic’s place is set in a small and surprisingly mellow corner of humanity, away from the rush of LA, set near the new college of Cal State Channel Islands – you know, the Dolphins. It’s a gorgeous school, the site of an old mental institution and home of a few myths designed to give a scare. But much of it was added later in a great, airy, ultra-modern design which looks real fun to attend.

The view outside is kind of terrific – Leigha and Nic abut the wilds, more or less. Evidently, coyotes are thick especially when it gets drier and farther from Spring. Here’s what’s outside the front porch:

Things are going pretty good, so far. This guy agrees!

Crystal Springs Rhodie Garden – Deja Vu All Over Again

Crystal Springs Rhododendron Garden, set deep in downtown Portland, Oregon, neighboring Reed College, executed it’s amazing Spring showcase of Rhododendrons, Azaleas, Mariesii Viburnums and the likes in spectacular fashion this week. I feel incredibly lucky to have caught things in this state – as one can see, the thrills just never stop. Well, yes, I AM somewhat easy to please, but just the same, it’s looking spectacular by any criterion.

A big theme at this early Spring blooming period is the color Blue:

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Blue, blue and more blue, these gorgeous Rhodies deliver with some impact.

They play well with others…………

 

 

And they stand alone quite nicely as well!

And now for the Meat and Potatoes, a minimum of writing today, just pretty pictures of real plants, doing real things, for which we should all be grateful.

Here’s some stunning Spring color:

And more………….

 

Just keep scrolling……………..  😉

Mixes well with Gunnera…………..

🙂

and cherry blossoms…………………….

These segmented blooms may be my favorite.

I have often felt the reddest reds in Nature are rhododendrons…………see what you think –

 

 

Heck, even hillbillies like Chris and Bob like these Rhodies!  Yeeee Hawwww!!

Honestly, the day has been so great, you could talk with a post. Everyone was boucy and gregarious, talking with new friends and “Ooohing” and “Ahhhing” together over such splendid stuff. I met some truly wonderful people, talked long and hard about Louisville, Portland and plants, plants, plants. There was pretty much nothing not to like.

Less than nothing, actually.

I mean, how on Earth can one complain while in the middle of all this?

And such an amazing canopy.

3-4 great little creeks and waterfalls……………quieting things and producing that famously peace-making trickle that water uses to sooth the troubled mind.

You can take stuff less seriously with your soul filled up with natural beauty.

Even the Mollis Azaleas, those pedestrian suckers, get a nice long look for being so darn pretty.

Hanging around is also popular…….

 

 

 

I’m wrapping this one up. I’ll gladly continue it in a day or two.

Visiting Portland, Oregon

I guess I should say “Re-visiting Portland” inasmuch as I have lived here for a total of around 8 years. I flew in from balmy Louisville last evening, sans jacket and any remotely cold weather gear, finding mysef shivering after a walk in the local ‘hood of my brother’s. Now relocated to a splendid relatively older neighborhood, Mike and his lovely wife Lisa bought new digs. The house is a gorgeously re-worked older place, circa 1900-1920, hard by MLK Drive on the East side of the Willamette.

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It fits well in this old working class Neighborhood and is an absolute delight of a comfy place. Turns out one of the neighbors on the right – who have renovated their own slice of Heaven, complete with a fascinating and minimalist, Japanese-esque arches I will feature later – works at Portland Nursery, a very well-regarded gardening local iconic temple of interest and high quality stuff.

Like so very many Portland premises, exotic and rather unique species mix with local standard planting, forming totally unique arrangements of bold experimentation and real cool style. Check out this amazing, totally white Bleeding Heart, compared to the original species characteristics below:

This – your standard Bleeding Heart – is almost ready for Prime Time. In fairness, I don’t want to guess when it will be planted, but I do like what it’s doing these days.

Another view below with a cool Hellebore foreground:

Portland’s gardeners are exceedingly experimental. Naturally, a great deal of this stems from Oregon’s role as a major nursery supplier to the entire continent. Most of the grass seed sold in the US is generated in smooth green fields seen in the areas south of Portland itself.  The nurseries here distribute merchandise throughout the US and Canada regularly, with massive farms dotting the landscapes everywhere. Thus, it is never a mystery why the locals take such pride in the diversity of the exceptional range of plants so ideally suited to the geography of the Willamette River Valley and it’s rich soils and steady rainfall.

You can see some fairly freaky stuff!

Here’s a very favorite plant of mine, the fairly mundane (locally) Lily Of The Valley, or Pieris Japanica, which can come in various hybrid forms. This is your standard version, if perhaps a bit miniature:

I really enjoy walking Portland neighborhoods during these periods when everything is busting out or in season. This is a city of avid gardeners and heavy researchers, pleased at working with dirt and plantings and patient enough to ensure that it all knits together well. Little pockets of beauty show up at regular – if indeterminable – intervals, such as yet another pretty Hellebore  mixed with Bishop’s Wort.

Proving its unique style on a regular basis, I took a tour on Williams Street close nearby and found the usual fascinating zaniness of Portlandia’s style and verve. Check out businesses and commentary you probably won’t see anywhere else.

Buy a dress!!

My Favorite Pictures

I take pictures all the time. There are days when I devote an entire day to taking the various pictures I would always have wanted to at another – earlier – time. Yes, this means I have some regrets I don’t want to revisit again regarding projects I have done – projects where I neglected to take the time to snap simple pictures taken in progress or at the completion of hundreds of wonderful landscapes. Therefore, the preciousness of those I did take  is somewhat off the charts, as average as they may be. They were a unique point in time, which is the signal virtue of all photography.

The Digital Age changed me. I fully admit to an absolute egotistical surge of pride when I realize I can have one of these cameras automatically adjust and snap pictures as if I were an actual pro. Cheating can be fun, after all!

Truthfully, I enjoy writing as much as I enjoy anything at all. Being relatively new to “full time” writing and thinking, I am still somewhat in the wash of wonder at the challenges of arranging unique thoughts and images –  sometimes so thrilling when I stop and contemplate it all. When I can combine these two avocations in a form such as this blog, it’s a true slice of heaven for me. Above and below, I’ll feature some of my personal favorite general images – later, not all mine –  a few of them focusing on projects and others on the representative unique specialness of the pictures themselves. As most people who follow this blog know, I have special affinities for certain plants and trees: Rhododendrons are a massive Champion for me, as are Roses and Dogwood Trees.

The simple entertaining luxury of Dogwoods as well as their amazing variety make the Kentucky countryside redolent and busy with blooms galore during Spring times such as this one now passing. The natural woods themselves feature these natives in a stunning natural glamour – especially poignant when combined with foreground landscaping planning such as this perspective from the grounds at Bernheim Forest.

 What is a Dogwood Spectacular?

This………

Rhodies –

’nuff said   😉

 

One more:

Mmmmm, good enough to eat.  But don’t. Rhododendron blooms are poisonous.

Projects:

One of my all time favorite projects revolved around this huge 10 acre plot we landscaped for a contractor for whom we did much other work as well. Of course this is common in construction as persons who award contracts learn more about those laboring for their benefit. Readers will be familiar with some of these:

From above:

Telephone call!! Burning Man on the line!

Seems my secretary has a hot thought!!!

She’s on fire!!   😉

I’m wearing the reader out with pictures. I’ll break for now and revisit this topic soon.

In three hours, I board a plane for Portland, yet again. Thence to San Diego to see my daughter. Life be’s good.