Paul has gotten really into Tennis this summer and asks me every night to go up to Washington Park to use their tennis courts. When we headed up there, I had no idea that a tiny piece of paradise was only blocks from our apartment. The trail up there past the Portland reservoir is lined with hydrangeas.
We stopped for a picnic at a huge outdoor amphitheater; we’re the small figures on the bottom right.
What a perfect spot to relax after a long, hot day at work.
When we finished our dinner, we walked over to the Rose Garden. I knew Portland was the Rose City, but I was not expecting to see anything as beautiful as what awaited us. When I was a little girl, I loved Alice in Wonderland and this garden reminded me so vividly of my childhood. The roses were just like the big sloppy painted red and white roses of Alice’s magic world.
Even well after their June prime, the roses were bright and full of character, presenting themselves in every color of the imagination.
Rows and rows upon colorful roses of all shapes, sizes, and designs.
And just like some sort of mystical dream, from the top of the garden, we could see the shiny glimpse of reality down below, the city of Portland peaking at us from between the tall evergreen trees.
The tennis courts were a jungle of flowers, blossoms, and twisting rose vines.
Note below how the rose bushes were even taking over the gates.
Even as we made our way back home, we found a beautiful path I had not yet discovered until that night. I couldn’t believe that the short journey back to our downtown apartment looked like this!
