Get your feet wet

The yard giveth.

Each spring, our table is dressed with supple, sensual bouquets of calla lilies. They were planted here well before our arrival by a fool, as I’m reminded once a year when thinking, “Oh that’s right, we have a calla lily plant.”


A long weekend in Portland, visiting friends, exploring the lush and rambling Japanese Garden, lazing in bookshops and loading up in boutiques, and discovering the youngest is an unexpected hustler.