One day Spring arrived in Portland and everything bloomed. Drive down any street and you're treated to magnificent views of lovely flowers. There is a tree with pink flowers next to where I park my car in my apartment complex, and for the last few days my car has looked like a float in the Rose Parade. The town is awash in flower petals, either on their respective plants and trees, cluttering the gutters, or stuck to my car.
Saturday Joan took me to a rhododendron garden in southeast Portland. The air was perfumed with the blooms.
A goose hissed at me, but mostly they found ways to ignore us.