Walk with me in the Oregon Garden.
A brisk day with frost on the ground and no hint of rain had me longing for a walk some place that I hadn’t been in awhile. Grace suggested The Oregon Garden and so it came about that we hung out for a couple hours enjoying fresh air, a good walk, conversation and food. The easy, quick access and lack of people made it the perfect place for rejuvenation.
The Oregon Garden is a youngster in the world of gardens having been only a dream less than 20 years ago. Developing a world class garden takes knowledge, passion, huge effort and thousands of hours of work. She’s has a rocky start with various obstacles to overcome but I’m very thankful for this lovely spot on the edge of Silverton overlooking the Willamette Valley. There are various types of gardens and all kinds of activities for young and old during warmer seasons. Even in January there are events such as the Stitches in Bloom Quilt Show on the 27th and 28th.
Chief Joseph Lodgepole Pine
Pinus contorta var. latifolia ‘Chief Joseph’
This dwarf pine tree becomes a brilliant yellow in the cold of winter. During the spring the needles slowly change to green then back to gold with autumn.
Its only natural habitat is in the Northeastern corner of Oregon, in the Wallowa mountains where Chief Joseph spent the summers with his band of the Nez Perce tribe.
Winding paths lead us to the Signature Oak
Oregon White Oak
Winter does not do this majestic old tree justice. Nor does my picture capture the immensity.
This grand oak is over 400 years old! See how the lowest limbs dip down and embrace the ground? I will visit this tree again when the grass is green and leaves crown it with glory.
(Note my coffee cup resting on the fence post where I placed it to take the picture. A hot cup of coffee is a pleasant treat during a freezing walk.)
These children greeted us at the Pet Garden
They offer refreshing water to thirsty pets that accompany walkers on Garden outings.
Grace was tickled to read the this plaque and see the name of the woman who taught her to spin years ago, Lurlyn Long. What’s the odds of two spinning friends out for a stroll to unexpectedly come across the name of a dear mentor.