Sunday was the perfect day for a tea party, an activity that our Ingrid enjoys immensely. We took a little trip to the Lan Su Chinese Garden nestled into the middle of Portland’s Chinatown, amidst a backdrop of downtown skyscrapers. This little oasis has always been a favorite place for us to visit.
The weather was not perfect, but we didn’t mind. There are fewer visitors to the garden on rainy days. There was a short wait at the tea room, but we were soon seated and enjoyed an afternoon of silver needle tea, music and food.
Everything about this place is peaceful, balanced and serene.
We had tiny coconut tea cakes and thousand year old eggs. We had slices of fresh mango and lychee fruit. It was all good!
Ingrid was fascinated by the calligrapher. He made a beautiful painting of her name.
Ingrid adores John. They sat by the water and talked for a long time…about the time he visited China, about the koi, about tea and about the scavenger hunt that the children at the garden are given the opportunity to participate in. Ingrid had such a good time finding everything that was printed out on her guide.
Every tree, every plant, every stone, everything at this Chinese garden was actually imported here from China.
It is our own little Portland-Chinese oasis.
The best part about these little day trips is the part where we get to build memories for Ingrid to carry with her long after the two of us are gone. We work very hard to assure she has these treasures to build upon, times and knowledge that she will pass on to her children and they to their own. This is what life is all about. This is the true meaning of family.