I have visited a lot of gardens in my life, and if I am being honest, most of them blur together after a while. Pretty flowers, tidy paths, a bench near a fountain if you are lucky.
Pleasant enough, but rarely the kind of experience that rewires something in your brain and sends you home seeing the world slightly differently than you did before.
This one in Oregon did exactly that, on a grey afternoon when I was expecting very little and had nowhere particularly urgent to be…