Wow, beautiful. Look like a lot of work; a labor of love I'd guess.
Labor of love is so correct! Luckily she has garden helpers too. My father is not a gardener.
What a beautiful garden! How lucky you are to still have a connection to it. My parents moved twice when I was growing up, so the garden of my childhood (before age 12 anyway) is now long gone.
It is nice to have but it has changed a lot. When I was a girl there were far more wooded areas and native plants still. The whole neighborhood has changed so much but it is awfully pretty.
Wow it's a shame you had to spend your formative years in such a shack! Hardly a speck of lawn to play on, not a tree to climb...(Penny is a cutie!)
Loree, When I was 20 or so I woke up late one morning and was in the kitchen at my parent's eating breakfast—at like 2pm—and my mom was down by the creek cutting the treehouse down with a chainsaw. (It was a structure on stilts.) Something about it struck me as hilarious at the time. It was replaced with that pretty little structure in the 5th picture. I thought you might find that funny for some reason. My mom is kind of energetic and driven when she wants to do something. I don't know anything about that kind of attitude.I knew you'd like Penny! She is a cutie and she is a very great little dog.
Oh, you make me soooooo homesick. I can't wait to get back to Oregon.
It's comments like this that make me happy I'm here despite the horrible asthma and allergies.
Small wonder you became a gardener.
Ricki, All the women gardened when I was a child and to a large extent I think it had a lot to do with their being the granddaughters of pioneers. My mom's people came from the dirt as I like to say and were mostly dust-bowlers though her paternal grandmother was half-Native American. Overall mom is far more rooted than I since my mind tends to drift to the stars more like my father. We gardeners come in so many fascinating varieties...
The garden is beautiful and obviously "mature." I love how the little plants grow in the pavers and everything if full size. It also looks so "tucked away" like your own little world.
I too have gardening parents. Sometimes its in the genes. Your mom's gardens are wonderful- so lush, so Portland.