Tag: Fall in Portland

Fall Update 2023

Dear Liza,

Our weather has gotten cold! We are looking at 41 F in the mornings, getting up to a still-chilly 53 F. The sunshine keeps it pleasant, but I am wearing three layers most days.

I love this time of year for many reasons, though. The time change and shorter winter days makes sunset-watching practical during after-dinner walks.

The trees are letting their leaves down, and people are very busy raking them up! Portland city has huge scoopers and trucks to come fetch the leaves, but you have to get them into the street. Yesterday, our neighbor April was out getting her exercise.

In Laurelhurst Park, families were making the most of the season. A girl and her mom were choosing just the prettiest leaves for table decorations.
Mom had her hands full and said, “Are we going to be able to use all these?”

The girl said, “We can’t put them back! They’re all so pretty!”

I agree!

I hope you are staying warm and having fun..

Love,

Grandma Judy

Fall’s Fallin’

Dear Liza,

I haven’t written for a few days because… well, I guess I didn’t have anything to say. But today there are many bits of small, happy news.

That pink baby quilt I made last month has gotten to its proper owner and seems to be functioning as intended. Doesn’t Emily make it look good?

The apples we picked in Amy’s yard became a dessert that everyone loved.

The leaves are being extravagant on our walks through Laurelhurst Park.

And Ken, the young oak, is getting ready for winter in the shelter of the roots of his predecessor. Watching him grow day by day has been a real joy.

That’s all for now, kiddo.

Love,

Grandma Judy

Farewell to Giants

Dear Liza,

Walking around Laurelhurst Park last evening, we came upon a sad sight.

This enormous pine tree had been cut down, sawn into sections, and pushed off the path. It was an official act, obviously, of the Portland Parks Department. I have to assume they did it for a good reason. Maybe the tree was leaning, or suffering from a disease, or in danger of falling.

Still, it makes me sad. I was able to count the rings and learned that this giant was about 90 years old. That is a long time to live and contribute to the beauty and life of a city, and I am grateful to have known it for a while.

We continued through the park, thinking about how quickly time slips away. The sunset over Firwood Lake was pink and perfect, for just a few minutes.

And very soon, the sun was down and the lights came on, making the park into a magical place.

It was time to head home.

Love,

Grandma Judy

Walking into Fall

Dear Liza,

I had a great walk down to Auntie Katie’s last week. The weather has just started to get rainy, and the slugs are coming out to celebrate. This fellow was halfway up a window!

Heading down Belmont Street, I saw our favorite restaurant, Blutos, getting their firewood delivered for their Greek inspired, wood fired yummies.

Sidewalk art is a big thing here in Portland. It is easy, inexpensive, and temporary! This lovely piece, done on one square of sidewalk cement, says “Long love the revolution of sun and water.”
Not a bad sentiment on these rainy, sometimes sunny days.

The mushrooms have noticed all the rain, and are sprouting all over. This tiny forest formed on a step just four inches high, as full of life as any hillside. How beautiful is this?

I’ll show you what came next, tomorrow!

Love,

Grandma Judy

Littering Leaves

Dear Liza,

It is leaf season in Portland! After hanging around on trees all summer, tons of photosynthesizing bits are giving up the ghost and decorating our neighborhood.

We are now at that magical, all-to-short period between green leaves on the trees and slimy, slippery leaf mulch in the gutters. It makes me so happy that I dash about like a squirrel, taking pictures of the lovely, pre-mulch mosaic.

The city of Portland has major infrastructure dedicated to collecting these masses, and most (but not all) of our neighbors are very good about clearing them away. We appreciate this, even as we watch the color drive away, because wet leaves can really trip you up. No one wants to start winter off with a busted hip.

The Fall brings so many changes. Green leaves become brown and yellow. Brown branches, now blooming with moss, become green. Colorful flowers die back and are replaced by Christmas lights.

Transitions are sweet, kissing one season goodbye and welcoming another. Happy Fall.

Love,

Grandma Judy

Out of One Holiday and Into Another

Dear Liza,

We are still eating some Thanksgiving left overs, but Christmas is definitely on the way! Auntie Bridgett, the patron saint of Christmas decor, has been very busy.

After she made the house pretty and bright with four boxes of gnomes, candles and ribbons, we took her out for a walk in the cold. We managed to time it between rain showers.

The clear weather and bright leaves were so classically Fall! Even at 47 degrees, we were comfortable because we wore lots of layers. We walked down to Hawthorne Street and did some people watching, but didn’t go into the shops. Too crowded!

We saw some relics from Halloween out in yards, meeting their inevitable fate with a smile… sort of.

We made a long two mile loop down Hawthorne, to 43rd, then back past the library and into our nice warm house. Tea and pie all around, please!

Love,

Grandma Judy

Out for a Drive

Dear Liza,

Since we have lived in Portland, we have used our car less and less. I thought of this as a good thing …. Less pollution, less wear and tear, more exercise. Right?

As it turns out, cars need to be driven. Some electrical parts of the car are always on, and need electricity from the battery. Driving generates power which charges the battery. Therefore, if you don’t drive the car enough, eventually the battery will die. This happened to us a few weeks ago and we decided that if we are going to keep Miles, we needed to take him out more. We drove clear across town to a craft show where our friend Cathy Scott was selling jam. We bought a bunch!

Heading home, Grandpa Nelson found us a new (to us) McMenamin’s venue for lunch! It is called the Grand Lodge and used to be the Masonic Lodge’s retirement home in Forest Grove. As with all the McMenamin’s, it was delightfully quirky and historic. I will tell you more about it in the next blog.

We are still in blinding bright Fall sunshine along with below freezing temperatures. On the drive home, Mt. Hood loomed like a ghost, enormous and covered in snow.

Love,

Grandma Judy

Fetching Kestrel

Dear Liza,

When you and I lived in the same city many years ago, I would come pick you up after school and we would hang out together. We made bread, played in the garden, and just got to be silly. We even got to know a Panther at Hartnell College.

Now that Cousin Kestrel and I both live in Portland, I get to pick her up from her school, sometimes. She goes to da Vinci Arts Middle School, so she gets to take dance, textile art, and theater as well as math and social studies. It is a mile walk from my house to the school, so we both get some exercise.

And these bright chilly fall days, we get some sun!

There is a wonderfully weird cement dragon named Leo in the schoolyard, who makes a great place to sit and wait for the bell to ring.

He has benches along both sides, but I prefer to sit on his scaly tail.

I am so happy to be able to get to know both my Grandgirls.

Love,

Grandma Judy

Winter Sunshine

Dear Liza,

It is winter in Portland. It doesn’t officially start until December 21, but it’s winter. We have rain which may turn to snow flurries, bridges that are getting icy, and dark, dark afternoons.

But then you look up and the clouds are gone for a while, and the sun comes out! And you don’t care that it is 40 degrees F. You put on two scarves and a wooly hat, and out you go.

We are blessed to live in our Laurelhurst/ Sunnyside neighborhood, with its gardens and hundred-year-old stone walls.

Moss and evergreens glow nicely in the low angled light of a Portland afternoon.

Succulents in a wall resemble magic gardens.

Azaleas and rhododendrons put out buds, defying the seasonal cold. And even though we know that tomorrow will be rainy and grey again, our mammal brains are happy for the light.

Love,

Grandma Judy.

Beauty is Where You Find It

Dear Liza,

I love wandering around my neighborhood. I always see something unexpected.

This little sculpture, only about 6 inches high, sits on a big boulder placed along the sidewalk of Division Street. Placed close to the Philip Neary Church, someone has decorated this accordion player with a rosary. This is one of 8 such sculptures created by Crystal Schenk and Shelby Davis and installed in 2014. Collectively called “This All Happened, More or Less”, these pieces represent ordinary people calmly going about their business, reading, resting, or chatting.

A different sort of unexpected beauty is this graphically painted re-purposed school bus. I haven’t been able to find out what it is being used for now, but it looks like fun!

These bright pyracantha berries, a perfect winter food source for local birds, seem to glow in the sunshine.

And as I walked along, i noticed that the blustery wind was playing with my scarf in a very photogenic fashion. So I played along.

I’ll enjoy the sunshine as long as we have it!

Love,

Grandma Judy