At the top of the loop trail is a sign, and there are information sheets which you can take along describing the plants at numbered spots along the way. After reading the sign, I am wondering if the flowers I've been calling Easter Lilies all my life are actually White Fawn Lilies.
Part way down the path a hummingbird buzzed up not two feet from my face. Twice! Surely that must be a good sign. Or maybe it was merely trying to shoo me away.
In a recent letter to the local newspaper someone wrote, "Why bother saving the Garry Oaks? They're ugly." By that rule, I guess they might rid the world of spiders, hyenas, bulldogs and maybe even some not very attractive people. Well, the trees and their acorns are a part of my childhood school yard memories, and I like them. They are also unique to this part of the world. I read that the name comes from Nicholas Garry, deputy governor of the Hudson's Bay Company. They are known as Oregon White Oaks in the U.S.
