I recently attended a social gathering in a part of town I’d never been to. Much to my surprise the hosts live in the same neighborhood that Dulcy Mahar (garden columnist for the Oregonian newspaper) lived, gardened and passed away in. This small community is an oasis, only two roads lead in (or out). It feels a little exclusive, or as my grandpa would have said “hoity toity.” I was unprepared for what I saw as we drove the streets looking for our destination. Pink flamingos. In yard after yard. Some yards were obviously those of gardeners (or at least those that hired gardeners). Others were not, but they still had the flamingos. You see Dulcy had taken up the cause of the pink flamingo in her weekly column for the Oregonian. They were a little tacky perhaps, but lots of fun. And she knew how to have fun in the garden. So her neighbors are saluting her spirit with a flamingo display. What a lovely tribute. We should all be so fortunate to be remembered in such a way.