Yesterday I took Rylee to the Oregon Garden. It's probably the last big Friday trip before she leaves for Disneyland next week. Of course, nothing will top Disneyland! But this will be something she will also remember...the garden was beautiful in its last blooming efforts of summer....a few stray berries on the vines in the berry garden, the grapes that have almost turned into raisins that Rylee just had to sample, the late harvest of veggies where she managed to pick up and hurl a giant squash to the ground. Nothing compares to a four-year-old who has never seen these wonders, who runs from plant to plant exclaiming "Ooh" and "aah", and "Grandma, look at this!" I think we hiked through the entire five acres in under 30 minutes. I am as predictable as every other grandparent...as nostalgic for those similar memories with my own children...and as much in awe of the cycles of life as I could have ever imagined. There was no time for photos, even at the hobbit house with the round doorway that Rylee quickly ran through. Next time! I'll be sure to capture these fleeting, magical moments with my camera. But in keeping with the spirits of the seasons and recent past memories, here's Rylee enjoying the cherry blossoms in our yard earlier this year.
