Houses and Trees of the Pacific Northwest

Whenever I return to Oregon, I eschew the modern and pine nostalgic for a country life. Driving back roads and listening to the wind through the open windows. Feasting on far fields, lush greenness, and marking days by acres, not miles. We spent summers camped out on my uncle's farm, picking Queen Anne cherries hot from the sun and chasing each other through orchards of hazelnuts (back then they were called filberts.)