Walking in my new NW Portland neighborhood I marvel at how certain homes compel me to stop because what’s out front is so delightful. Today it was a beautiful hand-carved stand that held copies of the poem of the day, which passersby are invited to take.
Sometimes it’s a quirky front garden – this one sprouting defunct KitchenAid mixers, like colorful mushrooms. The homeowner is a baker.
Or this one, with a giant drawing:
This owner chose to make a mosaic of river rock in his parking strip:
One simply must stop and enjoy…