...said the spider to the fly.
A Hobbit house at the Oregon Garden.
Lily pads and a place to rest weary feet.
A green roof gasping for breath in 97 degree heat.
Other side of Hobbit house.
It is always interesting to view a place one has seen over and over, with the fresh eyes of one who has never experienced it. I walked through the oak grove at the Oregon Garden for the first time in 10 years. The children's garden is always a visual delight with weird plants, animal shaped topiaries, clay pot figurines and buried dinosaur (!) bones. But this was the first time I remember seeing the Hobbit house. How could I have missed it before?