Last Friday the sun was out in the City of Roses and I was running around getting ready for my nieces's 21st birthday party.
Why not stop for a bit at Powell's? Right?
There were the usual humorous things to see too—even if I was the only one laughing.
No folks, this is no longer a trash can once it's painted and planted!
As for the Italian cypress, it reminded me a bit of the old drunk men I used to see in this area as a girl. They too leaned up against the walls of building just like this poor thing.
Portland looked much different during the 1970s. I suppose to outsiders, we still look different, but in a much more friendly way.
Yes, it's harder now to find great deals on books here but that's happening everywhere.
Some of the other houseplants didn't look as nice but this is a bookstore after all. I felt like turning this Sansevieria but then I decided that I might look like one of those obsessive characters in that popular tv show you've probably heard about that's filmed here.
It was really nice to remember those memories just before leaving and I also found some great books for my niece.