Eugene

Christmas week, 2019

Various Christmas trees, lights, candles and sweets:

Proper trifle

Pointsettia

Candles

Tall tree

Short tree

Viburnum

My favorite scene

Light

Santas

Sweets

Wide tree

We drove to Eugene for a day to visit family and walk along the Willamette River.

Leaving Portland via the Macadam Bridge.

Dense fog in the Willamette Valley.

Sunny skies and lunch at the Public Market in Eugene.

View upriver from the Peter DeFazio Bridge.

Downstream view- a heron, and the Ferry Street Bridge.

Four of the twenty four American Nobel Peace Prize Laureates that are honored in the Peace Plaza at Alton Baker Park.

Downstream view from the Ferry Street Bridge.

Knitting

I finished the Rafa’s Hat for my son after he tried it on – thankfully it fit and he wore it for the rest of the day.

I unsuccessfully searched my button collection for buttons for the Meris cardigan.

August 4th and 5th, 2018

I spent lots of time in gardens while visiting family and celebrating my birthday in Eugene last weekend.

Owen Rose Garden

We took a slow lap around the still blooming rose beds.

View across the Willamette River

Dahlias galore!

Family members have been curating this backyard garden since the early 1980’s, and it is one of my favorite places in the world.

Side entry

So many flowers, especially dahlias right now:

fuchsia

butterfly bush

lily

gladiola

jasmine

amaranth

echinacea

cosmo

Late summer veggies and fruit:

grapes

squash

blueberries

tomato

corn

ground cherries

rhubarb

peppers

garden dog

Hendricks Park

We took an evening stroll along the roads and tree-lined paths.

Serenity Garden with Buddha

Another peaceful family garden has a new statue.

buddha

balloon flower

oregano

Around town

We visited several fine restaurants (Chapala, Ta Ra Rin Thai, McMenamins, and Prince Pucklers Ice Cream) and shopping areas (5th St Market, Saturday Market and both branches of Hiron’s).

Looking down on Saturday Market

We walked through Washburne Park where the One More Time Around Marching Band had just finished a show. We saw a trombone player wearing mardi gras beads and a rubber chicken on his head. The sun was setting blood red through the wild fire smoke haze.