On Sunday, DH and I had a date to go volkswalking. It was PERFECT weather. Overcast, cool, and the rain held off till we were done. We walked through North Portland, an area we are not especially familiar with. It's wonderfully diverse architecturally, with 1930s cottages, modern Federalist revival mansions , and little 1920s stucco haciendas right next door to one another. Cottage gardens with no lawn what-so-ever, cheek by jowl with rock-covered xeriscapes, next to front lawns suitable for a softball game.
And at the end of the walk, we found Penninsula Park's rose gardens. There are rose gardens all over the city, because roses thrive here so well that we even have rugosa roses as ground cover next to the freeways. All the years I have lived in this city, I never had the faintest idea that this bit of glory was here.
It's a sunken garden. We have driven past it any number of times and been completely clueless. That's the glory of these volkswalks - we see things that have always been there, and we never noticed. I bet people get married in that pergola overlooking the roses.
The garden is centered by this magnificent fountain. and on hot days, I betcha the fountain is full of kids. This is a very formal, symmetrical garden with beautiful brick walks and manicured hedges.
We did our five K walk in good form, and then went out for brunch at Kornblatt's Deli. What a treat!
But DH is pre-diabetic. Can anyone explain to him why it's not good to roll out of bed and go for a walk without eating some protein first? Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, and gnawing on an apple an hour after you get up
doesn't count. Doesn't it stress the pancreas to have to produce adrenalin on an empty tank? Or something? I have never known a diabetic that liked breakfasts. Cause or effect, I don't know, but the relationship is there. I roll out of bed, and I eat. Even if I just grab a slice of bread and a cup of tea, I need that kick-start! How could this man, who I love more than chocolate itself, not be like me?