A Little Slice Of Heaven In Sherwood, Oregon

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​A LITTLE SLICE OF HEAVEN IN SHERWOOD, OREGON

​...Continued from previous post:
     My fiascos with planes and Uber rides finally behind me, I arrived in Portland, Oregon late in the evening of  May 26 for a visit with my sister Romaine,

...and my fur niece Lucy,

 ...who had recently moved to Sherwood, a small Portland exurb.

      Sherwood seemed to me a fitting name, as the environs were quite foresty.

      Romaine's new forest green house, 

...with its charming  back yard,

...sits on a pretty green cul-de-sac,

...in the center of which is a tree that looks to have been transplanted from an enchanted forest, and which is the favorite climbing tree of the neighborhood children.

      Though when she moved into the house all the walls were painted the same shade of café au lait as the living room still is,

...little by little Romaine has been transforming the rooms with blues and blue-greens.

   
​      The guest room.

     Shortly after she moved into the neighborhood my sister discovered what she has nicknamed the Little Slice of Heaven: a  wooded area at the end of her block.  
        Every day we walked Lucy through the neighborhood,

...passing along the way another magical-looking tree,

...to the Little Slice of Heaven.

     Each time we walked through this little forest I'd find myself recalling the words printed on a card given to my mother by her mother and passed on to me over 40 years ago by my mother, who died last November and whose birthday happens to be today, June 24:     

   To be continued...