Thursday, 23 June 2016
Oregon Garden, Silverton
I continued my walk through the damp Oregon Garden, no longer in rain, still in solitude.
I glanced into the children’s garden. At first sight, all that interested me there was the faux hobbit house.
I found the kitchen gardens next by following the sound of chickens.
The kitchen garden was large and well done. I guess I reveal again that I am more into ornamentals as I didn’t take photos of it, except for this cute shed:
I wish I had looked closer at these. I think I spy cosmos inside. Later in the weekend, we saw a garden with boxwood squares with…nothing inside but bare dirt. I was mystified and bothered by that. They are supposed to be framing something.
At this moment, Allan called me, after we had not caught one glimpse of each other since the conifer garden an hour and a quarter earlier. We had had the garden to ourselves, seeing only six people toward the end of our solitary walks when we converged at this bedding out garden.
He asked me if I had seen the Children’s Garden and I confess I had skipped it. Having been a dad and a Girl Scout troop assistant, he’d taken more of an interest. When he told me there was a train, I was eager to see.
My father had a large toy train display in our basement, and my interest was always in landscaping with the little trees and the barn and farm animals rather than running the trains.
My uncle Al was a well known train collector and seller. My first paid job was collating his train catalog. He had trains worth a great deal of money, but my dad’s layout with mountains, trees, and a farm meant more to me all of Al’s train treasures.
Earlier in the day, Allan had taken these photos of the Children’s Garden:
Among the weird plants were Tetrapanax ‘Steroidal Giant’, Eryngiums, and Platycodon (balloon flowers).
We left the Children’s Garden to have a look at the Axis Pond and more plantings.
Because it was only 7 PM, we decided we had time to have a look at the vast wetlands that are to one side of the garden.
We hope to visit again, but it would be a rare thing to have the pleasure of having the garden all to ourselves for so long. It was a magical evening that I will long remember. Thanks for joining us for three long blog posts, published all together in an attempt to share the feeling of the entire walk and how the garden areas interconnect.
Next: Three days! 24 gardens! Hardy Plant Society (not so studious this year) Weekend in Salem, Oregon.