One thing I’ve learned since being in Portland is that you cannot rely on the weather. (I’ve also learned that I need to start enjoying IPA’s, but that’s a whole other story…) Anyway, it’s hard to plan outdoorsy activities when the weather has a mind of its own. So this weekend we threw caution (and my hairstyle) to the wind and decided to go a little crazy and go to the Portland Rose Garden. The weather remained crappy but the flowers definitely brightened up an otherwise dreary day.
Plus, it saved us the hassle of feeding Gus dinner since he indulged on so many broken petals.