A Growing Something...

Last night after a meeting at work, I was out in the parking garage carrying on a conversation with a coworker while she finished her cigarette. As we were talking I looked at my car and realized something peculiar.

Meet Artie. He is what carried my toosh up here to the grand state of Oregon. Now, this peculiarity is not something seen just by glancing...instead take a closer look...

There are MINI TREES growing out the back of the car where the trunk meets the car. At our old place in Utah there were trees (I think they were cotton) that grew right next to where I parked. I guess a few seedlings decided to make a home in the crevice and await the rain. They got what they wanted what with living in Portland and all, and started growing!!! Something I brought with me and didn't even realize.

I went on a nature walk (AKA a walk around the block) after taking the photos of the car, and this is what I found. They don't just call this "The City of Roses" without cause you know, they are all over the place.

Someone wanna tell me what kind of flower this is? I'm assuming they are some kind of rose, but they grow all weird. Maybe the people down the street just need to learn what pruning shears look like though. That bush is out of control.

I don't know why I love the leaves on this one so much. The flower is all wilty and hasn't even blossomed yet. The lens I was using (Andy's awesome one...and, oh yeah, his camera too) was too as I like to say, "zoomied out" to let me look at this photo as I took it. I trusted the auto zoom and the angle of my arm (you'd think I'd be good at this with the copious amounts of self portraits I take) to take the photo. The result: focused leaves, and a blurry wilty bloomy flower.

These remind me of these little purple flower things that used to grow on the ditch bank at home when I was a kid. We would pick them and use them as spices as we played with water in the sand. I do believe we made them be medicine when we played house...and I'm sure at some point in time they were either eaten or shoved in someones mouth. These are more bulbous that the grapey ones at home, but they remind me of being a kid looking at them.

Red things...who knows what they are. But they are pretty nevertheless. Maybe when I have my own house I will have spectacular flowers of all sorts to look at. Until then, I shall enjoy the glory of renting and not having to maintain a yard by staring at other people's unkempt roses.

Only 1 more day until the big 2-5!