Each season embodies exquisite offerings and certain places show them off well. Crystal Springs Rhododendron Garden is a good example. I visit this garden in SE Portland three or four times a year. By Mid-July, the rhodies’ and azaleas’ bright, voluptuous blossoms are gone, but other native flowers, abundant greenery about the spring-fed Crystal Springs Lake and many waterfowl (some varieties were “missing”–migration, perhaps?) bring beauty to the fore and entice many visitors.
Once a test garden, the first rhododendron was planted in 1917; there are now over 2500 varieties of rhododendrons, azaleas and other plants, all of which were donated (or bought with monetary donations). Rocks used for water features and other displays came from Mt. Hood and Mt. Adams. Gently winding pathways make for a leisurely walk through lush landscaping. Weddings also can be conducted on the property–a reception was about to commence as I walked through. (Temptation was strong to take photos of the elegantly dressed women and men…but privacy, after all!)
I hope you find the sights as delightful as I did firsthand. I will return in autumn if not before.
Another peaceful outing that made a good difference in an ongoing journey of healing from life’s bruises…even as they seem to keep coming. Have a week of similar good moments if you can.
Tales for Life 
Thank you for your positive response. Yes, geese can be tough although impressive and majestic-interesting to watch, for sure. There are usually many more waterfowl in our small lake Paintings can be nearly mesmerizing, for sure!
A really good photographic record. You were wise to refrain from photographing the wedding folk
Much appreciated, Derrick. (I hope to read more of your and others’ posts soon. It has taken me awhile to return to some activities since our loss.)
Of course. No pressure
Very nice. I love walking in the Botanical Gardens near where I live. I haven’t gone in years, just to Crystal Bridges, which I don’t like. It’s a museum with trails. I invited my own guard because there was one picture I wanted to touch so badly. It took all of what I had in me to not touch it. I finally took my gaze off and walked away, saying bye to security. I did not touch it. I’ve never had a painting affect me in such a way.
I love your pictures. You yourself are in great shape and are beautiful.
I call the geese at my apartment “ladies” as I walk around the pond. It depends on the day if they’re afraid of me or not. Sometimes, they want to see what power they have over me.