We landed in Portland, Oregon, and it’s here that we’ll spend the first weeks of winter. Days of shortest daylight…Days of damp cold. We tried to stay cozy and warm in our little place, but every day we roused ourselves, bundled up, and took a long walk.
We climbed the hill to the park where we loved to walk on our summer visits. Our destination was always the rose garden. But, in winter, it hardly seemed like the right destination for a chilly day’s walk. A cold rain fell in the morning, and everything was still covered with drops of water. In winter, the garden would be dormant – in a deep sleep. We walked there anyway.
We walked along the soggy pathways to photograph the roses in bloom. Shadow Dancer, Monkey Business, and Charisma. In the summer the garden is always filled with people admiring the blooms. We saw only a few other people out for a stroll. No one else seemed to be noticing the flowers.
We realized that most of our attention, flower-wise, was focused on what was near our eyes. As we left the garden, an attractive plant at our feet grabbed our attention – a heather, filled with magnificent white flowers.
We expected the Rose Garden to be in a deep sleep and were delighted to discover all there was for us to see. Has it always been like this, and we just never bothered looking?