The reason we went to Portland. My precious Uncle Lyle is turning 95 in a month. He still has all his faculties and is as funny as ever. A very sweet man. He gets around very well, stairs down are a problem sometimes but it gave me an excuse to hang on to him.
He told me he would break my camera but of course not true. I cherish this picture. 
We spent the day and then headed north to Kelso where we spent the night.
I love Scotch Broom. Wish it grew over here. It is so brilliant yellow. When we would drive by fields of it I would think about the title of the John Lennon song Fields of Gold. That is what it reminded me of.Today at home it was catch up day. Laundry, and such. Not fun but it was not very warm and I wore a sweatshirt most of the day. This early evening, we looked out and something (I suspect a motorcycle) set her off and she jumped over the fence. Cleared it in one jump. She went into the neighbors yard and its fenced and just went to eating. We went to get her and led her through gates she had never been before and was a little spooky looky. The small walk through gate she barged through and tried to get into my lap and landed square on my right foot. A good thing I had on my crocs and could slide my foot out because she wasn't moving. Bob got her to move and I took her to her pen and told her to stay put. I am worried that now she knows she can jump out what I will have to do.
A thought for the day that I liked - There is much pleasure to be gained from useless knowledge. Bertrand Russell
Blessings
