Even when I ride my bike to work, I'm susceptible to irking about some petty nuisance. It's one of the many reasons that I prize the mornings that I leave a bit earlier and take a 30 minute walk to the MAX station.

It takes about five minutes of walking for my world view to crest. Especially, this time of year, when ever week brings a new nuance to the state of our controlled urban nature.

When I see azeleas, it reminds me of my then nascent romance with my sweetie and our first vacation together in New Orleans. It was mid-March (a great time to visit The Big Easy), and the azeleas were in full plummage through the Garden District. I noticed some very pretty white azeleas on my walk today.

Portlanders love their dogwoods, and if you throw a stick right now you're likely to hit a pink flowering Dogwood (I believe its cornus florida 'rubra').  I hate to admit that I like the struture more than our native Pacific Dogwood, but alas, I do.

Enjoy your weekend. We'll see you on the sidewalks!

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