Today's walk included a detour through the Greenway neighborhood, which runs alongside the park where we walk. There are a lot of connecting paths to the street for neighborhood access, so we can easily duck in and out of the neighborhood for a change of scene. We walk along and get landscaping ideas or critique the garden ornaments we see or admire what folks have done in their yards. On a gloomy, rainy day in February, what a treat to see this bunch of tiny irises growing at a street corner. It was about the only blooming color out there.
I enjoyed seeing what someone had done with logs in their yard. Doesn't this finish that corner nicely? The changes in levels and the nice tight grouping really appealed to me. Maybe it was because after last week's tree cutting at our place we have a yard full of log rounds. Hmmmm. Raw material.
Isn't it interesting to see the colors that people choose to paint their houses? Some are so drab and neutral that they just cry out for a little color—"please paint me!" Woodsy colors are popular here. Our house is pale yellow and I am longing to paint it something richer, woodsier, cosier, but with a jazzy door color of some kind. And I ask you, why does that orange and blue combo seem so utterly dreadful in the suburbs of Oregon? I saw that same color scheme in Oaxaca, Mexico a couple years ago and took a picture because I thought it was so fabulous! Just goes to show you that context is everything.