#tree removal in Portland

[highlinetreecare]

Navigating Tree Removal Regulations in Portland and Colac

In Portland and Colac, trees play a pivotal role in enhancing urban landscapes, providing not only aesthetic beauty but also crucial environmental benefits like air purification and temperature moderation.

Balancing the growth and maintenance of these green spaces with urban development demands careful consideration. It’s essential to navigate tree removal with an understanding of both the environmental impact and the regulatory framework designed to protect these natural resources, ensuring that urban expansion and tree conservation work hand in hand for sustainable development.

In this blog, we’ll understand how to proceed with tree removal regulations in both these cities.

Tree Removal Regulations

Tree removal in Portland and Colac is designed with regulations to protect urban greenery while allowing for responsible development.

Permits are generally required to remove trees, with criteria focusing on tree health, safety risks, and environmental impact. These regulations aim to ensure that tree removal is considered carefully, balancing the need for urban expansion with the preservation of natural landscapes and biodiversity.

Tree Removal: Permit Process

To apply for a tree removal permit, typically you start by submitting an application to the local council or regulatory body. This application might require details about the tree, such as its species, size, and location, and reasons for its removal.

Documentation such as property maps or photographs of the tree might be needed. There could be a fee for the application associated with the tree removal in Portland, which varies by location.

The assessment process then involves a review of the tree’s health, impact on the environment, and any potential safety concerns. Approval times can vary, and conditions may be attached to the permit.

Protected Trees: Requires Legal Authority Permission

To accurately identify the specific tree species and sizes that are legally protected in Portland and Colac, one would need to consult the local council or government environmental agency’s regulations.

Typically, these regulations protect significant, heritage, or native trees, which could include large specimens, certain species known for their ecological value, or trees of a specific age. Such trees often require special considerations and permissions for removal or pruning to ensure the preservation of the area’s natural heritage and biodiversity.

Penalties for Non-Compliance with Tree Regulations

The legal consequences of unauthorised tree removal in Colac or Portland can include significant fines and the requirement to replant trees. These penalties are designed to deter individuals from bypassing local regulations, which aim to preserve the natural and urban canopy.

Understanding and adhering to these regulations is crucial to avoid such penalties, highlighting the importance of consulting local guidelines or seeking advice from professionals before undertaking any tree removal activities.

Consulting with Certified Arborists

Consulting with certified arborists is essential for ensuring tree work is conducted safely, legally, and effectively. Arborists possess specialised knowledge in tree health, allowing them to diagnose and treat various conditions accurately. They play a crucial role in navigating the permit process, understanding local regulations, and ensuring all work complies with legal requirements.

Additionally, arborists specialising in tree removal in Colac or Portland can offer advice on the best practices for tree care, from pruning to disease prevention safeguarding the health of the trees and the surrounding environment. Their expertise not only ensures the longevity and vitality of trees but also protects property owners from potential legal issues associated with unauthorised tree work.

By leveraging their skills and knowledge, arborists contribute significantly to the preservation of urban and natural landscapes, promoting a harmonious balance between development and environmental conservation.

Environmental Considerations

Trees play a pivotal role in local ecosystems by improving air quality, supporting wildlife, and regulating climate. Their removal can lead to diminished biodiversity and disrupted ecosystems.

Regulations aim to minimise environmental damage by ensuring that tree removal in Colac and Portland is carefully considered and compensated for, often through replanting initiatives to maintain ecological balance and support biodiversity. These measures help preserve the essential functions that trees provide to the environment.

Final Words

Adhering to tree removal regulations is crucial for the well-being of both the community and the environment. Responsible actions by property owners, guided by these regulations in tree removal in Portland or Colac, ensure the protection of our valuable tree canopy, contribute to the sustainability of local ecosystems, and maintain the aesthetic and ecological balance of urban and rural areas.

Compliance with these guidelines fosters a shared responsibility towards environmental stewardship and community safety, underscoring the collective role in preserving natural resources for future generations. Contact Highline Tree Care for best practices and compliant tree removal services.

[rebeccathenaturalist]

I try to be really polite on my social media, but today's post has me wanting to unleash a creative string of profanity.

Thanks to a citizen scientist using iNaturalist (and, by the way, all iNat users are by default citizen scientists), a spotted lanternfly (Lycorma deliculata) nymph was spotted in Portland, less than a mile from my apartment. It's the third verified sighting of this highly invasive species in Oregon, the first being in The Dalles in 2023, and one in Eugene last year. There's no telling how many there are across the region now, but given that these have primarily been a problem east of the Mississippi it's disheartening to see their spread here.

Spotted lanternflies are native to China and Japan, but have since become destructive invasive species in South Korea and North America. I wrote up a more detailed description of them here on my website. They attack a wide variety of plants, to include native species and agricultural crops.

Their preferred host tree is the tree of heaven (Ailanthus altissima), which is itself also a pernicious invasive species here in North America. It can be very difficult to control, and is most effectively killed with herbicides applied to cuts in the bark--simply cutting it down won't help, because it just grows back, and it can be very difficult to dig up entirely once established. While lanternfly nymphs can survive on other plants, they are not as healthy as those on tree of heaven, and so taking away their host is a big step in slowing them down.

Speaking of big steps, if you see a lanternfly or its egg casings, stomp on it! It's an immediate death, and it removes it from the breeding pool. This is especially important in spring and summer when lanternflies are still in their nymph stages, because they aren't able to breed until they're adults in the fall.

Finally, this is a great example of how vital citizen science is in getting more observers out in the field, and also how we need professional scientists (like those at the Oregon Department of Agriculture) to get the word out to the general public with information about invasive species. The USDA also has valuable articles about lanternflies on their website and has been working on the spotted lanternfly problem since the insects first arrived here in 2014. The United States has been a leader in the sciences for decades, and it's important we keep it that way for so many reasons, to include protecting our food and our natural areas.

[neewtmas]

ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀᴜɴᴛɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ᴀʙʙᴇʏ ʜᴏᴜꜱᴇ // ᴘᴀʀᴛ ɪx

pairing: george karim x fem!reader

wordcount: 3.3k

summary: a case that takes longer than expected, an unrequited crush, and the hardest decision you ever had to make

a/n: this is the second to last chapter, if all goes to plan! Can't promise when the last part will be out bc I'm swamped with uni work this month, but hopefully this will hold you over until then <3

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You sat in the cab, gripping the seatbelt as if it was a life vest saving you from drowning. It felt like you couldn’t breathe, your throat closing up more with every second you moved further away from Portland Row. As you had gotten in the backseat of the car, you had caught a glance of yourself in the rearview mirror – you were pale and looked tired and worn out, almost scarely so. Thankfully, the cab driver seemed to have picked up on your mood and didn’t try and make small talk, and so you drove in silence through the streets of London.

You stared out of the window. The city was slowly waking up around you, people leaving their houses to go to work, walk their dogs, or go the shops. You didn’t register any of it.

There was more than one moment where you had to stop yourself from telling the cab driver to turn around. You had ended up not saying goodbye to George, and the regret was already like a twisted knife in your stomach. You knew that it was your own fault – you should have just talked to him the night before. Deciding to do it in the morning was really just deciding to not do it at all, you could admit that to yourself now.

But then again, what could you have said to him? It was George after all, he would have asked questions, and lots of them. He wouldn’t have been satisfied with the vague reason you gave Lockwood. It would have forced you to either lie to his face or tell him the truth, neither of which was something you wanted to do.

You had instead scribbled an apology on a piece of paper before you left, just so that he wouldn’t be left with nothing, but deep down you knew he deserved so much more. Maybe that was proof that you were doing the right thing by removing yourself from his life. Removing yourself and making space for someone who had their feelings under control, could be there for him as his friend and wouldn’t run away at the smallest inconvenience.

You sighed deeply. Not for the first time were you wondering how you had managed to fuck up your life this spectacularly.

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You watched the cab drive off, down the street and around a corner after it had dropped you off in front of your new, temporary home. You looked around. It was quiet, except for a few birds chirping in the trees, and the clear, light blue sky promised a lovely day of sunshine. You couldn’t help but wish it would rain instead. The nice weather just made you feel worse.

You wrapped your hand around the battered leather of your suitcase’s handle and took a deep breath before lifting it off the sidewalk. It felt heavier with every step as you walked up to the front door that was painted in a lovely blue, the colour chipped off in some spots. It took you a while to find the placard with the name you were looking for. After you rung the bell, you took a step back and looked up. It was a peculiar feeling, standing here in front of the kind of building you’d usually only enter at night. In these instances, you always felt ready to face whatever was waiting for you. Now you were here in broad daylight, precisely because you couldn’t face what was waiting for you at home in Portland Row.

The door buzzed and you pushed it open with your shoulder, dragging your suitcase behind you into the cold, dim hallway. You could hear the sound of quick steps, and soon a girl appeared at the top of the stairs. She immediately pulled you into a tight hug when she reached you.

“(name)! I’m so glad you’re here. How are you feeling?”

You didn’t respond immediately, rather you just leaned into the hug for a few more seconds.

“Not great”, you mumbled into her hair.

She took a step back, hands still on your shoulders, and looked at you.

“You look tired. And sad.”

You managed a small smile. “That’s because I am.”

She squeezed your shoulders and then grabbed your suitcase. “Let’s get you upstairs then. Harry’s waiting with some breakfast. Maybe that’ll take your mind off things.”

You followed her up two flights of stairs, the smell of fresh toast already wafting through the hallway.

You realised you’d never been in their flat before as you slipped out of your coat and Hannah, who had carried your suitcase into what you assumed must be your room for the next few weeks, came back to take it from you and hang it up in the closet next to the entrance.

You padded over into the kitchen, where Harry stood at the stove, his back to you. He turned around when you entered, and just like his girlfriend, the first thing he did was step over and hug you tightly.

“Thank you guys for letting me stay here”, you said quietly as he stepped back.

Hannah pulled one of the chairs out from under the table and motioned you to sit down.

“How could we not?”, she asked, taking the seat opposite to you. “That’s what friends do.”

She poured you a glass of water and waited for you to take a sip before she continued.

“If you don’t mind me asking though - what changed that you needed to leave so suddenly now? Harry said you sounded very ominous on the phone.”

“I just didn’t feel like talking about it in detail on the phone”, you said, giving Harry a thankful smile as he came over with the pan and scooped some of the scrambled eggs on your plate.

“You sounded like you were about to start crying, so I didn’t want to push it”, Harry said and sat down at the table with you after he had returned the pan to the stove. “Feel free to take whatever you want.” He gestured over the table. It looked delicious, but you weren’t sure you could stomach much at this moment.

You looked down on your plate, pushing the scrambled egg around with your fork. “I don’t know if this was the right decision yet. But it just… it all became too much.”

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You sat and talked for almost two hours. Both Hannah and Harry had the day off, and since you were currently out of a job, none of you had anywhere to be.

The small kitchen was filled with sunlight that streamed in through the tall windows and even though you couldn’t help but compare it to the kitchen in 35 Portland Row, the longer you sat, the better you felt.

Both your friends listened attentively as you told them about Abbey House in detail. They had been there for you so many times, had witnessed how your silly little crush grew over time. Like Lucy, they had always told you to just go for it – what could go wrong? It sounded like he liked you too. And just like with Lucy, you had shot down every such suggestion each time it was brought up.

When you were done, no one said anything. The silence hang heavy between you. Your cheeks were flushed from talking, and they began burning with embarrassment as you realised how stupid and overdramatic you must seem when it was all laid out like this.

You buried your face in your hands, wishing the ground would just open up and swallow you.

“This is so embarrassing”, you mumbled into your palms.

“Oh (name)”, Hannah said, and you could tell she was trying to be gentle with you. “It’s not embarrassing, at all. It seems like this whole situation really weighs heavy on you.”

You dropped your hands, feeling dejected. “I just don’t know what to do now.”

“Why did you leave? Why did that seem like the better option than just telling him?”, asked Harry.

You hesitated. If you were honest, you had never really thought about why you were so opposed to the idea of confessing your feelings, you had just kind of known from the start that could never be an option.

“I think… I just didn’t want to ruin our friendship”, you said slowly.

“But do you really think that running away like you did – without even saying goodbye – was particularly good for your friendship?”, Hannah asked carefully.

You bit your lip. She was right.

“Probably not”, you said quietly. “But at least that way I don’t have to see his face when I tell him and I won’t have to live with the inevitable rejection.”

“Well you know what our opinion is on that.” Hannah sighed. “But what’s done is done. Maybe a bit of space will do you good.”

“Does Lucy know you’re here?”, Harry asked, and you shook your head.

“I didn’t get around to telling her. And I was scared she might tell Lockwood or worse, George.”

“You know that Lucy wouldn’t do that if you asked her not to. But I think it’s important that at least one person knows where you are and how to reach you.”

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Harry was right, and so that afternoon you looked up the agency in the phone register and dialled the number. It rang just a few times, and you were already fighting with yourself to not immediately hang up again, when a voice sounded through the speaker.

“Hello? Who is this?”

You dropped the phone, and it bounced off the bed you sat on and crashed onto the floor. You scrambled to pick it up again, grasping it tightly with shaky hands.

“Hello?”

You had never hung up that fast in your life.

You sat on the edge of the bed for several minutes, the phone clutched to your chest as you tried to calm your breathing. You tried to push away the image of a confused George standing in the hallway, but to no avail. Why didn’t you think of the possibility that he could be the one to pick up? For some reason you had just assumed it would be Lucy, or at the very least Lockwood.

George never picked up the phone. You had seen him several times how he had just let it ring until the person at the other end gave up. He and Lockwood regularly got into fights about that. And yet here he was, answering after just a few rings, sounding almost… rushed.

You couldn’t help the small glimmer of hope in your heart. Maybe he was waiting for a call from you? But no, that was ridiculous.

You didn’t dare call again, instead you had Harry call a while later. Again it was George who picked up uncharacteristically quick, but unlike than you, Harry didn’t throw the phone across the room and instead just asked to speak to Lucy.

It took a few moments, then he handed you the phone.

“Hello?”, you asked, almost scared you’d hear George’s voice again.

“Oh hi, how are you? We haven’t talked in ages!” Lucy sounded much more cheerful than you had expected.

“Uhm Lucy, it’s me”, you said, and for a moment you heard nothing but the creaking of floorboards.

“I know. Just needed to get to my room. How are you doing?”

Harry slowly backed out of your room and gave you a thumbs up, then closed the door behind him.

You curled up on your bed. “Not great”, you whispered, tears welling up in your eyes. “Lucy, what if I made a mistake?”

You had hoped that she would have some comforting words to offer, but she didn’t.

“Well, George is a mess, so there’s that.”

Her words and cold tone of voice felt like a punch to the gut. “Really?”

“(name), I know you’re not feeling great right now, but leaving like you did was kind of a dick move. You should have seen George this morning. He read your note and then just went to his room. He didn’t even come out for lunch.”

You buried your face in your pillow. What had you done?

The phone call didn’t last long after that, and after Lucy had ended it, you just laid in your bed, too mentally exhausted to move a single muscle.

Guilt was crashing over you like violent waves now, threatening to drown you completely. Not only had you hurt George, seemingly a lot more than you had anticipated, but you couldn’t help but feel like Lucy was now mad as you as well.

It took you almost an hour to get up again. Every single bone in your body was aching as you stumbled back into the hallway. The mirror opposite your door showed you your pale face and bloodshot eyes, your cheeks salty from all the dried up tears.

Hannah took one look at you and sent you to sit on the couch while she made a cup of tea for you.

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The next few days you spent in something like a trance. Everything felt mechanic – getting up after sleeping way to late, nibbling at a piece of toast that was cold by the time you had picked it up, sitting on the couch by the window and staring out onto the street below. Hannah and Harry left in the late afternoon for work every day – they both still worked for Bunchurch, where you had met them initially, years ago. You had forgotten that most agents actually had to go to work – almost no one had the privilege of living in a home that was their place of work with their best friends that were their colleagues at the same time.

This wasn’t the only time you were reminded of what you had given up. Living with Harry and Hannah was lovely by all possible metrics, and you enjoyed getting to spend more time with them than you had in the last few years. But none of it could measure up to life at 35 Portland Row.

You missed the comforting atmosphere of the house, you missed your room where every afternoon, the sun stood just right on the sky to bathe everything in the light of the golden hour, you missed training in the basement, but most of all, you missed your friends. You had put the picture you took from the library on the side table next to your bed, and sometimes you laid in bed, just staring at it for who knew how long.

You were in a perpetual state of anxiety, because you just couldn't stop thinking about George.

Lucy’s words about how he read the note and then just went to his room and stayed there replayed in your head over and over again. You imagined the scene – him coming into the kitchen, not knowing anything was wrong, picking up the folded piece of paper with his name on it. Then unfolding it, reading it – reading I again because surely this was a joke? Realising it wasn’t, and then just storming off.

Was he angry? He had every right to be.

Was he sad? Maybe. A part of you wanted him to be, because that would mean he cared. A bigger part felt horrible because you would never want to cause those kind of emotions in him.

Did he hate you now? Possibly. And that was the worst part for you. Sure, you had your reasons for leaving the way you did. But he didn’t know about those.

What if, in trying to save your friendship with him, you had irredeemably destroyed it anyways?

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Who knows how long you would have gone on like that, just going through the motions every day, spending the majority of your time lying in bed and staring at the ceiling.

On day four, Hannah took you on a morning walk with her. You didn’t want to go, but the fresh air and sunlight did make you feel better.

Maybe that’s why you agreed to accompany Harry to the archives after lunch the next day. He had to look up some books and articles for a case they were currently working on, and asked you to join him.

You knew what you were getting into – if there was one place you might stumble upon George, it would be the Archives. That should have been enough of a reason to stay home, but you couldn’t deny that you missed him terribly. By now, every fibre of your being was screaming to see him again. And if it was just a glimpse of him in passing, while he was immersed in his research.

On the bus, you sat by the window and looked out at the people and buildings passing by. Harry sat next to you, going over the notes he had made before you left. He didn’t notice your restless leg, or your sweaty palms, or the tug-of-war in your mind. A part screaming at you to turn back around, to not risk meeting George, another part trying to convince yourself how unlikely it would be for him to actually be there, and then a small little part that hoped for him to be there.

It would be a quick visit – there were just a few books on the list and you had accompanied George often enough to know where to find them. You led Harry up a few stairs, then you split up, him going left, you going right. He’d given you part of the list, and you walked slowly past the row of shelves, trying to figure out which ones corresponded to the signatures you were looking for.

The area was only dimly lit, the towering shelves blocking most of the light that came from the open space in the middle of the building. The sound of your steps was swallowed by the carpeted floor. You glanced into the rows between the shelves as you made your way past them. Every now and then, someone was there, looking for a book. And every time, your heart jumped a little.

Suddenly though, it felt like the blood in your veins was turning into ice. In a split second, you snapped out of it and lurched forward, pressing up against the short side of the next shelf. Your heart was beating erratically, and you clamped your hand over your mouth to stop yourself from gasping.

“Hello?”

Hearing his voice almost brought tears to your eyes. All you wanted was to turn the corner, just to see him, but you knew you couldn’t. Not right now.

So you stayed where you were, praying he wouldn’t come over to see who was trying to hide from him. He didn’t, instead you could hear footsteps moving away from you. You stood there for a few more moments, just to make sure he was actually gone, before you dared to step away. The image of him standing there, open book in his hand, was burned into your mind. With shaky hands, you returned your attention to the now crumpled paper in your hand. 

Finding the books didn’t take long after that, and you were thankful because you just wanted to leave. You almost ran back to your meeting point with Harry, who was already waiting for you. As you walked down the stairs, it took everything in you to move next to him at a normal pace and to keep a straight face, just so he wouldn’t realise how distraught you were.

If you had only turned around before stepping outside through the door that Harry was holding open for you, maybe you would have locked eyes with George, who was standing one floor above at the top of the stairs. He stayed there, staring at the door, even after you were already on the bus back home.

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[kat-reich-4222000]

Injured

Mabel limped herself all the way home, she was being chased by the gnomes again, and she tripped on a tree root and fell down a ditch, twisting her right ankle. As Mabel made it to home, she hobbled up the steps and opened the door. Mabel Pines: “ Hello? Grunkle Stan, Dipper? Are you guys home yet?” Her brother and uncle said they were doing fun reckless things in Portland for the day. Since Mabel didn’t hear their voices, she can assume they were still in Portland. “ Grunkle Ford!” Mabel hopped her way for the gift shop, unsure of where he could be.

Ford emerged from the basement and out of the vending machine when he heard Mabel’s voice. Ford Pines: “ Mabel? You home, sweet pea?”

Soon as Mabel heard Ford’s voice, she entered the gift shop, still holding her right foot up. Mabel Pines: “ Grunkle Ford!”

Ford turned around and saw Mabel. Ford Pines: “ Mabel.” Then Ford spotted her right foot in pain, and grew worried. “ Oh my god, what happened?” Ford scooped Mabel in his arms, holding her in embrace with her legs over his arms, and he gently touched Mabel’s right ankle.

Mabel Pines: “ *winces* The gnomes were trying to marry me again. So I ran as fast as I could, then I tripped and my ankle hurts. Like, really hurts!” Mabel held her ankle and tears flickered from her eyes.

Ford Pines: “ Oh, pumpkin.” Ford hugged Mabel close without hurting her ankle. “ I’m so sorry that happened.” Ford kissed Mabel’s cheek, and Mabel wrapped her arms around his neck. Ford went from sympathetic to angry, realizing that those gnomes just won’t leave her alone when he keeps reminding them that she’s not even their type. “ I swear, I oughta stuff those gnomes and put them on display in the shack.”

Mabel Pines: “ *giggles*”

Ford carried Mabel to the family room and placed her on the table. Ford Pines: “ I’ll be right back with the first aid kit and my healing lotion.”

Mabel Pines: “ Okay.”

Ford went back into the gift shop and opened the vending machine to go downstairs. Entering the elevator, he pressed the button for the second floor, and the elevator took his down to his private study. Ford looked around and found his healing lotion that he found during his inter dimensional travels, and found the first aid kit in his drawers. Ford went back in the elevator and pressed the button to go back up. Ford exit from the elevator and walked upstairs, and exit from the vending machine and re-entered the family room. Ford Pines: “ I’m back.” Ford placed the first aid kit and lotion on the table next to Mabel. “ Okay, now let’s take a look at your ankle.”

Mabel flinched, but she held her right foot up for Ford, she trusted him even though her foot hurts really bad. Mabel Pines: “ Okay.”

Ford took a chair to sit, and he removed Mabel’s shoe, and slowly pulled off her sock, to reveal a red swollen ankle. Ford Pines: “ Oooh… oh, honey. Ow.”

Mabel Pines: “ *winces* Guess that trip really got me good.”

Ford Pines: “ What did you trip on?”

Mabel Pines: “ Tree root. Then I fell down a ditch.”

Ford Pines: “ Oh, pumpkin. I’m sorry.” Ford is about to touch Mabel’s injury, but he hesitated. He didn’t want to hurt his princess. “ Is it okay if I…?”

Mabel Pines: “ Go ahead.” Mabel smiled dearly, Ford returned a smile, he felt good knowing she trusted him.

Ford gently touched Mabel’s ankle, by touching the swollen part, he gently pressed to feel if there was a broken bone. Ford Pines: “ When you fell, did you cut yourself? Or hurt any other part of your body?”

Mabel Pines: “ No, the only part of me that hurts more is my ankle. I guess I used it to cushion my fall, and that’s didn’t end well. But there are some bruises, and I may have scratched myself a bit.”

Ford Pines: “ Okay, I’ll take a look at that after your ankle.”

Ford didn’t pay attention when he was massaging Mabel’s ankle, and he may have pressed too hard. Mabel Pines: “ Ow!” Mabel pulled her foot back.

Ford Pines: “ Sorry! I’m so sorry!”

Mabel Pines: “ It’s okay. It just hurts.” Mabel held her foot back to Ford.

Ford made sure he was gentle this time, and softly rubbed Mabel’s ankle. Ford Pines: “ Okay, it’s not too serious. Merely feel a small fracture in your ankle. So you don’t have to go to the hospital.”

Mabel Pines: “ *sigh* Good. Grunkle Stan wouldn’t like spending much money at the hospital.”

Ford Pines: “ *chuckles*” Ford opened the lotion jar and gently applied it on Mabel’s ankle. Mabel cringed and curled her toes from the salve being applied on her injury. “ Sorry, pumpkin. I know it stings, but it helps with healing. Trust me.” Mabel nodded, she understood the point of the lotion. “ While you’re at it, do you feel any numbness in your toes?”

Mabel Pines: “ Uh… just a little.”

Ford Pines: “ Can you wiggle your toes?” Mabel wiggles her toes to answer Ford’s question. “ How does that feel?”

Mabel Pines: “ It fights the pain a little.”

Ford Pines: “ Okay. If you feel any numbness in your toes, wiggle them until you feel them.”

Mabel Pines: “ Got it.” Mabel wiggles her toes as Ford finished with the lotion. Ford puts the jar aside and takes out the gauze and gently wraps it around Mabel’s ankle, and halfway up her foot. 

Ford seals the gauze and wraps the bandage over it and seals it up. Ford held Mabel’s foot up, as she kept wiggling her toes. Ford Pines: “ All done. Better to keep this foot elevated for about a week.”

Mabel Pines: “ Okay, thank you, Grunkle Ford.” Ford picked Mabel up from the table and placed her on his lap, hugging her. Mabel keeps her foot up and hugs Ford back. Ford opened one eye to look at Mabel’s right foot, he couldn’t resist, he gently brushed his fingers on Mabel’s toes. “ *giggles*” Mabel pulls her foot away. “ Hey, stop.”

Ford Pines: “ What? I’m just making sure your toes don’t turn purple.” Ford placed Mabel back on the table and gently took her right foot, and gently tickled her toes with his fingers.

Mabel Pines: “ *squeals* AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA!! STOP!! STAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAPP!! HAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

Mabel tried to pull her foot back, but Ford kept a good yet gentle grip on her ankle as he tickles Mabel’s toes. Ford Pines: “ *chuckles* Do you feel any numbness now?”

Mabel Pines: “ *giggles* Well… no.”

Ford Pines: “ See, it helps.”

Mabel Pines: “ You just wanted to mess with my toes.”

Ford grinned wickedly. Ford Pines: “ Exactly.” And Ford tickles Mabel’s toes again.

Mabel Pines: “ AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

Ford stops, and takes Mabel’s sweater off to examine her body, there were some cuts and bruises on her arms, including her legs, he merely lifted her shirt up halfway to check her torso, wasn’t too bad, he merely dabbed the healing lotion on Mabel’s bruises and patched up her cuts with band aids. Ford scoops Mabel in his arms, and he carries her upstairs, and brings her to her and Dipper’s room. Ford gently laid Mabel on her bed, and took out a pillow to place under Mabel’s ankle. Ford Pines: “ There. Anything I can do for you? Do you need a drink? Or a snack?”

Mabel Pines: “ Um… I think I’m good for now.”

Ford Pines: “ Well, can I at least…” Ford pointed to Mabel’s foot, hinting her that he wants to tickle her toes.

Mabel takes her comforter to cover her exposed foot. Mabel Pines: “ I think you had enough.”

Ford Pines: “ Aw, please. I can’t help it, your toes are so cute.” Ford tried to give Mabel the puppy dawg eyes.

Mabel shouldn’t have taught him that face, she can’t look away. Mabel Pines: “ Ah! Curse your puppy eyes! Okay, fine! Tickle away.” Mabel shoves her comforter off.

Ford Pines: “ Yes!” Ford just knew that trick would work for him. As Mabel laid back and covered her face, ready for the tickling, Ford gently massaged her foot a little, just to help her painful injury. Then he starts to mess with Mabel’s toes. “ This little piggy went to market…”

Mabel Pines: “ *giggles*”

Ford Pines: “ This little piggy stayed home. This little piggy had roast beef. This little piggy had none.” Ford gives Mabel’s pinkie toe a good tickle. “ And this little piggy went wee wee wee wee all the way home.” Ford uses each of his fingers to tickle in between Mabel’s toes.

Mabel Pines: “ *squeals* AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! GRUNKLE FORD!!” Mabel moves her left leg from the tickling sensation.

Ford Pines: “ *chuckles* Does this help your foot at least?”

Mabel Pines: “ AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! YES!! AAHAHAHAAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA!!! BUT IT TIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHICKLESSS!!”

Ford Pines: “ That’s the idea, my dear.” Ford tickles Mabel’s toes for five minutes, and he stops, giving her a moment of breath. “ Can you feel your toes now?”

Mabel Pines: “ *giggles* Yes!” Ford then takes off Mabel’s other shoe and sock, and Mabel pulls her left leg away from him. “ Don’t you dare. *giggles*”

Ford Pines: “ I swear, I’m done. Just thought it be weird if you were wearing one shoe and sock in bed.”

Mabel Pines: “ Yeah, I guess that is weird.” Ford kicks his boots off, and removed his socks, and scoots next to Mabel on her bed, laid by her side, and wrapping one arm over her body. He smiled softly and received a sweet smile from Mabel. “ Thank you for taking care of me, Grunkle Ford.”

Ford Pines: “ *chuckles* You’re welcome, my little princess.” Ford kissed Mabel’s forehead. “ And starting tomorrow, I will go to those gnomes and deal with them myself so they leave you alone.”

Mabel Pines: “ *giggles* I appreciate that.” Ford and Mabel laid there on the bed together in loving cuddles, with their bare toes aired out, and just having a quiet moment together.

[ahlore]

✦°. 𝟎𝟐 | 𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄

Dylan Lockwood thought she had seen the worst the world could throw at her. Nine years after losing her mom, she is the Dauntless medic, patching up wounds and carrying the guilt of every life she could not save. When Ellie, a girl full of fire and fight, enters her life, Dylan starts to see a chance at something more, though danger is never far behind.

The Washington Liberation Front is closing in, and Dylan begins to uncover secrets Seraphine, the Dauntless leader, has been keeping for years. As the threat grows, Dylan must decide how far she is willing to go to protect Ellie and herself. With her past creeping closer and betrayal all around her, survival becomes more than just a fight. It becomes personal.

It’s a crisp autumn afternoon in Portland, Oregon and Dylan walks through the abandoned neighborhood, her Converse crunching sharply against the dry leaves scattered across the cracked pavement. The trees are skeletal now, their once-vibrant green leaves gone, replaced by shades of amber and gold that seem to glow in the fading light. A sharp gust of wind dances through the street, tugging at her loose brown curls, making them spin in the air like forgotten memories. By her side, Magnolia trots softly, her hooves tapping the pavement with a rhythmic beat that echoes into the stillness. The horse’s mane ripples in the breeze, a smooth, silken contrast to the roughness of the world around them. Dylan stops, letting the moment of quiet settle over her like a heavy, unfamiliar blanket. The only sounds are the wind and the steady rhythm of her breath, somehow louder in the emptiness of the world that surrounds her.

Behind her, Rhys leads his tan horse, its hooves a steady thrum against the pavement, matching Dylan’s own pace. He’s wearing a worn leather jacket, the edges frayed, the once rich brown leather now faded by the years and the harsh sunlight. He’s a few steps ahead, his broad shoulders hunched slightly against the chill in the air, his eyes scanning the empty street with practiced caution. Dylan watches him briefly, her gaze catching the slight tinge of weariness in his posture, the way his fingers grip the reins just a bit too tightly, as if the calmness of the neighborhood has made him uneasy. She doesn’t ask why. She already knows.

The houses around them are husks of what they once were, windows shattered like jagged teeth, empty doorframes yawning like open wounds. Wild vines curl up the sides of the buildings, creeping over broken shutters as if nature is slowly but surely taking back what it had lost. Between the cracks in the pavement, stubborn wildflowers force their way through, their colors—bright dandelion yellows, soft violet blues, and delicate white—offering a stark contrast to the decay around them. The wind stirs the leaves, sending them fluttering in every direction like discarded paper. Dylan pulls her jacket tighter around her as the chill nips at her skin, feeling it seep into her bones as her curls whip across her face.

The place feels haunted—not by ghosts, but by memories. The ghosts of laughter once echoing down these empty streets, children’s voices filling the air like fleeting melodies. The silence weighs heavy, and for a moment, she wonders if she’ll ever get used to the quiet, if it’ll ever stop feeling like a void she’s always trying to fill. She grits her teeth and tightens her grip on the straps of her backpack, brushing her fingers over the rough fabric as if to remind herself she’s still here. These memories, they aren’t hers. She didn’t know these people. But somehow, it all feels far too familiar. She wonders for a moment if Seraphine ever feels that pull of the past, or if she’s too far removed from it all, her mind only forward-focused.

But out here, with Rhys, Dylan feels exposed. Not in a dangerous way, but in a raw, unsettling way. His silence carries an undercurrent, something she doesn’t fully understand but can feel in her gut. She studies him for a moment, noticing the way his shoulders move with each step, the subtle shift of his weight as his eyes sweep the landscape, alert. There’s something about him that’s different from Seraphine—less stable, more unpredictable. Seraphine is a constant, a force of nature that Dylan follows without question, like walking in the wake of a comet, each step marked by a light that never fades. With Rhys, it’s like moving through fog—uncertain and hesitant. There’s space for doubt with him, space for things to go wrong, and Dylan isn’t sure if she likes that or not.

Her fingers wrap tighter around the reins, the rough leather biting into her palm. It’s grounding, but only just. Rhys’s presence, the way he leads them forward, is strange—almost like a path unfolding one step at a time, and Dylan isn’t sure what she’s supposed to expect. He’s a different kind of leader than Seraphine. He doesn’t command trust the way she does. He leaves room for the unknown, and for some reason, that unsettles her more than she cares to admit.

“It’s weird, huh?” Rhys says, his voice cautious, his eyes scanning the empty streets. He halts, his grip tightening on the reins, the leather digging into his palms. His posture shifts, as if he’s bracing himself against the eerie silence that surrounds them. He glances at Dylan, noting how still she is, her gaze distant and unfocused, as if her mind is a million miles away. Her brows are furrowed, lips pressed into a thin line, and for a moment, he wonders if she even hears him. “Haven’t seen any infected all day.”

“Yeah, it is weird,” she responds, her voice breaking through the fog of her thoughts. Her fingers move to tuck a stray curl behind her ear, the action somehow grounding her in the moment, pulling her back to the present. She glances at him, her eyes avoiding his for a moment before she shifts her gaze back to the empty street ahead. “Maybe we’re just lucky,” she says quietly, the words almost hollow in the stillness. She inhales deeply, her grip tightening on the reins. “But don’t jinx it.”

“Maybe,” he mutters. “Just stay alert.” He surveys the street ahead, but it’s clear something’s off—he feels it in his bones, the quiet tension that coats the air like a second skin.

The wind bit sharply at Rhys’s cheeks, leaving them raw and stinging, as if nature itself was trying to carve a mark on him, a reminder of his place in this broken world. His blonde hair tousled wildly in the gusts, catching in his eyes, but he didn’t bother pushing it back—it wasn’t the kind of discomfort worth wasting energy on. The streets around him felt like a graveyard for memories, the remnants of a life he’d never known but could somehow mourn. Houses once filled with warmth and noise now stood hollow, their frames sagging like tired shoulders under the weight of time and decay. 

He hated how quiet it was. Silence used to mean peace, but now it was just a warning, a space waiting to be shattered by the guttural scream of an infected. The world felt like a wound that never healed, crusted over with layers of nature trying to reclaim it—vines winding like veins over dead concrete, dandelions pushing through the cracks like stubborn survivors. Rhys had always tried to keep moving, to pretend the world was something you could fix if you just pressed hard enough. But the rot ran too deep, seeping into every corner, every breath. It made him wonder if this was how it had always been, underneath the surface: a mess hiding behind painted walls and manicured lawns, just waiting for the collapse to show its true face.

Rhys glanced at Dylan, her silhouette framed by the decaying world around them, and once again, he couldn’t understand how someone like her could survive in all of this. She had this way of drifting, her thoughts a thousand miles away, her gaze distant, as if she were a misplaced thread in the fabric of this unraveling world. But he’d seen the cracks in her armor, the moments she let slip when it was just him. With him, she wasn’t so guarded—he saw her laugh, soft and unfiltered, or heard her voice tremble when she spoke about things she wouldn’t admit to anyone else. 

She never showed that side to Seraphine. Around her, Dylan was like a lamb following a wolf in sheep’s clothing, unable—or unwilling—to see what Seraphine truly was. Seraphine wasn’t a protector; she was a predator in disguise, tugging Dylan’s strings with every word, every cold and calculated move. And Dylan followed without question, folding herself smaller and smaller under Seraphine’s grip, as if she didn’t realize how much of herself she was losing. Rhys hated it. Hated how Seraphine controlled her, hated how Dylan let it happen. But what could he say? In a world like this, survival demanded sacrifices, and maybe Dylan thought letting Seraphine lead was the price she had to pay.

The sound tore through the quiet, jagged and guttural, a noise so raw it didn’t sound human anymore. It started low, a deep, rasping groan that built into a blood-curdling scream, full of agony and rage, echoing through the desolate street. It was the kind of sound that clawed at the edges of your sanity, primal and harrowing, something that demanded attention and made the hairs on the back of Rhys’s neck stand on end. The scream wasn’t alone—it was joined by a sharp clicking, a rapid, stuttering rhythm that cut through the air like a warning, unnatural and erratic, as if the creature’s very existence was announcing itself. The noise reverberated through the emptiness, amplifying the suffocating sense of dread, until it felt like it was coming from every direction at once.

Rhys froze mid-step, his breath caught in his chest as the sound registered fully, his body locking up with instinctual fear. His pulse thundered in his ears, so loud it nearly drowned out the clicking, but not enough to calm the ice-cold rush spreading through his veins. His mind raced, every nerve on high alert, calculating whether the infected was inside the house or closer than he thought. He swallowed hard, his throat dry as he tightened his grip on the reins, the leather slippery against his clammy palms. His thoughts blurred, replaced by the gut-wrenching reality of what he’d heard. 

He didn’t need to see it to feel the suffocating weight of its presence. His heart slammed against his ribs, each beat a visceral reminder of just how fragile he was compared to the creature lurking ahead. Every part of him screamed to move, to leave, but his legs wouldn’t obey. All he could do was stand there, staring at the darkened house and the ominous silence that followed, bracing for the inevitable.

“I guess you jinxed us after all,” Dylan said flatly, her voice steady, almost bored, as if the blood-curdling scream hadn’t just torn through the air moments ago. Without hesitation, she reached behind her, pulling the pistol from the waistband of her jeans. The soft metallic click of her cocking the weapon followed, sharp and deliberate. She flipped the gun in her hands, checking the ammo clip with practiced efficiency before sliding it back into place. Satisfied, she crouched down, unzipping her backpack to rummage through its contents. A roll of gauze, antiseptic, bandages—her fingers brushed over each item as she mentally tallied what she had. This should be enough, she thought, slipping the supplies back into place and zipping the bag shut.

She stood, slinging the bag over her shoulder with an almost casual ease, her expression unreadable. “Let’s go inside,” she said, her tone light, as if she were suggesting a walk in the park instead of venturing into a house likely crawling with infected. Her gaze flicked to Rhys, lingering for a moment. He wasn’t shaking, but there was a tension in the set of his shoulders, the way his fingers flexed at his sides. 

He wasn’t scared—at least, not fully—but he was on edge, and who wouldn’t be? This world was terrifying, and anyone who didn’t feel that was either dead or delusional. Dylan understood that, but fear wasn’t something she carried anymore. It felt distant, like an emotion she had left behind somewhere along the way. Still, she didn’t say anything to him, just tilted her head toward the door with a quiet, “Come on.” Then, without waiting for him to respond, she stepped forward, gun at the ready.

✦✦✦

The walls were nothing more than a patchwork of torn wallpaper, ragged edges hanging loosely, revealing the naked bones of the house. Once vibrant, the faded remnants clung stubbornly to the walls, the scars of neglect visible in every strip, every jagged tear. She exhaled through her nose, the sound low and heavy, the weight of what lay ahead pressing down on her chest. It wasn't just the ghosts of the past that haunted these walls, but the silent, suffocating weight of what still lingered in the house—things better left untouched. Her fingers tightened around the cold grip of her revolver, the metal familiar and unyielding against her palm. She pushed forward, her shoes sinking into the rotting floorboards with each step. 

Her gaze flickered to the floor, drawn to the trail of blood streaking across the wood. Fresh, far too fresh. The crimson contrast against the dull, decaying wood was a stark reminder of what had been left behind. She crouched low, her knees creaking beneath her, and her fingers brushed the sticky surface of the blood, the texture too real, too visceral. A shiver ran up her spine, but she masked it, her brow furrowing as she straightened. Lips pressed into a thin line, she glanced over her shoulder, the air thick with the stench of decay and something more metallic, something recent. She felt her pulse quicken, a familiar unease settling beneath her skin, but there was no room for hesitation now.

“This blood is fresh. . .” she whispered, chewing the corners of her now cracked lips as her fingers lingered on the cold wood, the blood still slick beneath her touch. Her stomach twisted, but she forced herself to look at the trail, the path it carved through the dust and decay. The air was thick with the stench of rot, but it was the faint, metallic tang of the blood that seemed to cling to her senses, settling deep in her lungs. Her hand trembled ever so slightly, though she refused to acknowledge it. She pressed her lips tighter, trying to steady herself, to keep her mind focused. She rose slowly, her gaze never straying from the blood-stained trail leading deeper into the house.

Her ears are filled with the sound of guttural clicks echoing through the desolate home. The noise threads its way through the silence like a sinister whisper, taunting, teasing—something alive in the darkness. A shiver runs down her spine, though she forces herself to stand still, her revolver gripped tight. Her mind swirls, torn between the mission and the gnawing doubt creeping at the edges of her thoughts. Am I ready for this? She wonders, as the walls seem to close in on her, the clicks growing louder, more insistent, like an impatient drumbeat. 

She moves deeper into the house, the blood trail guiding her like a grim map. The once-glistening floorboards are warped and cracked underfoot, but she doesn't falter, her eyes never leaving the streaks of blood that lead her toward the kitchen. Each step feels like it pulls her further into something she can't name—into a place that holds more than just death. There's something intimate about this blood, something familiar that gnaws at the back of her mind, like a name she can't remember, a face she can't place. Her grip tightens on her revolver, her knuckles whitening.

And then, a voice. Faint, but so close it might as well have been beside her, the whisper of her mother’s final words cutting through the fog of her thoughts:

“Dylan. . . you have to survive. Don’t let the darkness win. . . ”

Her mother’s voice, thin and trembling, but still there, still pushing her forward. She remembers how her mother’s eyes had been heavy with sorrow, the weight of knowing what was to come. Dylan hadn’t understood then. But now… now, every drop of blood, every echo in the dark felt like the weight of those words pulling her down.

“Dylan. . .”

Rhys’s voice pulls her back into the moment. “Let me go first,” he urges, but Dylan doesn’t hesitate. Her focus remains locked on the blood trail leading deeper into the house, past the threshold of the kitchen, and into the unknown. She has no time for hesitation, no time to be saved.

As she steps into the kitchen, the stale air thickens, the walls closing in as if they sense the looming danger. Without warning, the silence shatters. A hulking infected lunges from the shadows, crashing into her with brutal force, knocking her off her feet. Her revolver slips from her hand, the metallic clang of it hitting the floor ringing in her ears like a death toll. She’s left struggling beneath the weight of the creature, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The stench of rot and decay chokes her.

The infected’s weight is a crushing force against her, slamming her into the wall with suffocating intensity. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, and the revolver—her one lifeline, clatters to the floor. Dylan screams, a loud, desperate sound that rips through her throat.

Her heart pounded, each beat sounding like the last thud of a dying man's pulse. She could hear the devil's whispers in the back of her mind, a mocking presence that coiled tighter with each passing second. This is it, Dylan. There's no savior here, no hand reaching down to pull you from the depths. This is your fate.

Tears welled in her eyes as the stench of rot filled her nose, mixing with the heavy scent of sweat and fear. No savior, she thought again. The devil has won.

She could feel the infected's jagged breath on her skin, could almost hear it laughing at her—mocking her desperate attempts to fight back. Her mother's words, once a beacon of hope, now seemed distant.

Don't let the darkness win, she had said. But now, in this moment, there was no light to hold onto. The darkness had won. She was nothing but a soul already claimed, a body left to the mercy of the infected, the mercy of death.

A cold, bitter acceptance washed over her, like the last ember of a flame slowly dying out in the night. She would die here. Alone. No hero. No savior. Just the cold, indifferent silence of the world turning its back on her.

But then, a sudden shot rang through the air, sharp and final. A second shot followed, and the infected's weight was gone, its body crumpling with a sickening thud as it hit the floor, its head a mangled mess of blood and shattered bone. 

Dylan blinked, still gasping for breath, her heart hammering in her chest. The world felt like it was spinning, a blur of colors and shapes. She tried to focus, but everything felt heavy, like her body was made of stone.

She heard footsteps approach her, steady and deliberate. Rhys crouched down beside her, his gaze locked on her face, his brow furrowing in concern. His hand reached out slowly, almost hesitantly, and brushed against her cheek. The touch was light, but there was something about it that lingered, something that made her heart skip a beat.

His fingers skimmed her face, checking for any bruises, any cuts, any sign that the infected had left its mark. His hands were steady, his movements careful. But there was something else in the way he touched her, something that spoke volumes without words. He wasn’t just checking for wounds—he was looking at her, really looking at her, as if he were seeing her for the first time in a new light.

“Are you hurt?” His voice was low, clipped, but there was an edge to it, something soft buried beneath.

Dylan swallowed, forcing herself to sit up slightly. Her body screamed in protest, but she ignored it, trying to focus on his words, on the sound of his voice.

“You didn’t even try to fight back, Dylan,” he said, his gaze expressing worry. “You just. . . accepted it. Like you were wanting to die.”

Dylan felt a chill settle deep in her bones. She wasn’t sure if it was the words themselves or the way he said them, but they struck a nerve. The cold truth of her acceptance—the way she had frozen, ready to let go—now hung heavy in the air between them.

She realized, then, just how close they were, how his gaze felt heavy on her. For a moment, something stirred deep inside her, buried beneath fear and shadows. She quickly pushed it aside, her mind unwilling to confront the unsettling question his words left behind: Was she ready to let go, or was it already too late to turn back?

[justslowdown]

I finally had my surgery consult appointment about my forehead. Too late for the weirdness to be removed without a true Lot of scarring, because of it suddenly going nuclear at the beginning of the month. I'm mostly just feeling relief that it's finally almost gone.

It was a good day and I felt very lucky to be alive in the body I've got right now.

Reminders I wrote down to myself of what touched my heart today (with Sufjan music as a perpetual backdrop of course because: me):

The thick fog, evergreens, and fall colors driving into Portland in the morning--the moss and ferns growing out of the ramps and barriers. There's something so evocative about fog and forest. The mystery delights me in a wistful kind of way.

The flocks of seagulls, crows, and geese all reveling in existence in their own magically unique ways.

The moss forest, a universe its own, on one particular boulder along a rock beach struck me deeply, and I teared up. I'm still not sure why this was the particular trigger.

Seeing people rowing a boat in perfect sync, so small across the river that I could barely see the trees behind them. In and out as one being. Wakes behind them.

Smaller moments, not as close to hitting the joy-cry nerve but stacking up:

Old, old signs rising in the fog, driving into town.

The perfect Enjoy Your Rabbit song coming on when I descended into the parking garage after suddenly entering Portland Driving proper. Immersion in jarring artificiality.

Someone playing fetch with their border collie out on an empty soccer field.

Spiderweb made magic by droplets of water. Center of my universe for a little while.

Dried up old fish mummy on the bank, perfectly scaled and boned but statue-like. Fascinating!

Another person! out there to enjoy the environment and not just to exercise, walking the other way down the rocky river beach we maybe? weren't supposed to be on, and exchanging smiles

As I left town after my appointment, the sheer contrast of roads suddenly going straight up a hill. Fall colors obscured the higher you got.

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[rebeccathenaturalist]

This may not seem like a very impressive photo, but it's very exciting for me! I just set up my bird feeders in Portland a few weeks ago, and unsurprisingly no one showed up immediately. The scrub jays found the endless plate of peanuts after a few days because they're just smart that way, but since the two old cherry trees in front of the apartment building got cut down last month the most convenient shelter for smaller birds to retreat to after visiting the feeder is gone.

Imagine my joy this morning when I got up and saw not one but TWO red-breasted nuthatches (Sitta canadensis) visiting the black oil sunflower seed feeder! One female (pictured here) and one male, likely a mated pair, have been flitting back and forth, making their little chittering sounds back and forth (as opposed to the territorial "beeping" more commonly heard earlier in the year.) Hopefully their activity will signal to other songbirds that there's food, and the local woodpeckers will discover the suet feeder.

I know bird feeders have become increasingly controversial in recent years, due in part to the risk for disease transmission. This is why it's so important to clean them regularly, not just removing old food but spraying them down with a 1:9 bleach:water solution and then scrubbing thoroughly with hot soapy water. I've only ever had one house finch with conjunctivitis show up, and I was quick to bring the feeders in and leave them in for a few weeks before cleaning and putting them back out.

And yes, I agree that a yard full of native plants that provide year-round food opportunities for birds and other wildlife is ideal. However, I don't have a yard. I have a 3x8 balcony, and I live in one of the older neighborhoods in Portland that, but for a few yards, is pretty scarce on native plants and pretty heavy on non-native ornamentals, so natural food sources are thin on the ground for those birds and other wildlife that are tolerant of urban living.

I'll get some natives in pots next spring for pollinators, but apartment management says I have to remove any dead vegetable matter in the fall, which means getting rid of seeds birds would normally eat over winter. I won't be able to create an appreciable amount of food for birds in this space, so feeders are the next best option, giving them something to eat without further reducing their fear of humans. (Let's be clear: any wild animal that lives in this neighborhood has got to be pretty tolerant of us, but that doesn't mean we should be encouraging them to be even less wary.)

Plus, quite honestly, they're good for my mental health; while I don't regret my move back to Portland, I do miss the easy access to a wide range of native biodiversity right outside the door. Being able to once again look out my window and see birds visiting is really good for me, and helps me get through those days when I am stuck at the computer for far too long.

[neewtmas]

ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀᴜɴᴛɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ᴀʙʙᴇʏ ʜᴏᴜꜱᴇ // ᴘᴀʀᴛ ɪɪɪ

pairing: george karim x fem!reader

wordcount: 2.7k

summary: a case that takes longer than expected, an unrequited crush, and the hardest decision you ever had to make

masterlist part I part II

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You had barely turned the corner onto Portland Row when you already started searching your pockets for the house key. When you found it, you gripped the metal tightly, glad to have something to hold onto. Though slightly out of breath now, you were still keeping up a pace that had you a few steps in front of George at all times. No words had been exchanged throughout the walk, and you were equal parts sad and glad that he hadn't even attempted a conversation. The gate creaked horribly as you pushed it open, and you wouldn't have even noticed how much force you applied if it hadn't been for George right behind you. You spun around at his surprised gasp just in time to see the gate that had swung back hit him. He grimaced. "That was unnecessary."

Your face flushed in embarrassment. "It wasn't on purpose", you mumbled and abruptly turned around to open the front door, desperate to escape the situation. Stepping into the hallway, you noticed the key had left little red indents in the palm of your hands. Looking at it, a clear visualisation of your incapability to control your feelings, you felt pathetic.

There wasn't much time to think about it though, because George pushed closely past you, pizza cartons held up high to not hit your head. Your heartbeat quickened at his sudden closeness. He yelled out for Lockwood and Lucy as he stomped into the kitchen, still in boots and his jacket. You knelt to untie your shoes, taking the few moments it took as a last opportunity to pull yourself together enough to survive the dinner without giving a hint about your emotional state.

"Well George, enlighten us. What did you guys find out?" Lockwood opened up the conversation after the four of you had demolished about half of every pizza within mere minutes. George put down the piece of pizza he was currently munching on, and cleared his throat. "Abbey House is the main residence of the Blackwood family. It's similar to Combe Carey Hall insofar as it's a manor outside of London, but up until now, there have never been any disturbances. The history of the house is fascinatingly non-violent, actually."

"Really? No death? No murder? Not even a little bit?" Lockwood seemed almost disappointed by George's revelations. "Oh, there has been death. Plenty of it, if that makes you happy. But none of it is connected to the house itself." George fished a pencil out of his pocket that was so small already that it looked almost impossible to write with. He pushed one of the pizza cartons aside and quickly sketched the outline of a family tree.

Lucy, who sat next to you at the long side of the table, leaned over to get a closer look, forcing you to move closer to George as well. Your legs were touching now under the table. He looked at you and gave you the quickest of smiles before he turned back to the thinking cloth. "We've got Lord Blackwood at the top." He drew a somewhat funky-looking stick figure. "He's the current head of the family, and he owns Abbey House." He drew another stick figure next to the one already on the cloth and added something that, with a little fantasy, resembled a dress. He connected them with two intertwined rings. "His wife died a few years ago. Natural causes, no comeback as a ghost." He drew a big x over the stick figure. "They have two kids-" Another two stick figures. "The daughter is quite a few years older than her brother. She resides at Abbey House, and her brother is off to some fancy private school. Lastly, Lord Blackwood also has an older sister. Couldn't find too much about her."

Lockwood inspected the sketch with great interest. "Anything about staff? Any accidents, or something of the sort?" George leaned back, crossing his arms. He did not move his leg away from yours. "Nothing out of the ordinary. We spent the entire day combing through dusty family tree records and old newspaper clippings. His wife seemed to have lived quite a scandalous life before she got married to him. His daughter is famously picky with the men she surrounds herself with, which of course requires a regular article about how there is 'no heir in sight!' in just about every gossip magazine. Lord Blackwood has another sister, but she broke it off with her family and moved up to Scotland with her five kids. Lots of information, almost all of it irrelevant."

Lockwood took another piece of pizza and looked at it contemplatively. "On the phone, it sounded like a proper nightmare. There is a ghost there, and it's very angry."

"Don't know if I like the fact that there seems to be nothing that points towards a ghost", Lucy said.

"That's not that uncommon. And if I'm honest, now I'm even more intrigued." Lockwood had finished his piece of pizza in record time. "Of course you are", Lucy mumbled under her breath.

Lockwood ignored her. "We'll take the train tomorrow, early afternoon. I had our rapiers checked yesterday, so that's all in the clear. (name), Lucy, you go and lay out all of the equipment, and see if we need to fill up on something. We should be fully stocked, but you never know."

Lockwood seemed to brim with excited energy as he got up from the table. That's what the prospect of a challenging case tended to do to him. "I'll be in the library." He snatched the last piece of pizza from one of the cartons. "Doing some research of my own."

"Reading gossip magazines you mean?" George called after him, but Lockwood was already out of the room. George chuckled, looking at you. "Maybe I should have taken Lockwood with me today", he joked, and you gave your best to force a natural-looking smile. "Yeah, maybe", you quietly said and got up. "Lucy, let's get this over with." You didn't wait for her as you made your way down the staircase into the basement. You missed the way George turned and looked after you, with confusion and hurt at the way you were acting towards him.

In the basement, you started with pulling chains off the rack, simply dropping them in the middle of the room, the clatter of the metal against the concrete reverberating through the air. You couldn't wait to be done and get back to the solace of your room. By the time Lucy entered the room, you had moved on to sorting through the salt bombs. She joined you, and you worked in silence. There was no need to talk, it was a methodical procedure you both had gone through time and time again.

When you were done, you did a quick check of everything to make sure you didn't miss anything. Lucy stood leaning against the doorframe, watching you with her arms crossed over her chest. "I think we're good to go", you finally said and she smiled at you. You waited for her to turn around and lead the way back upstairs, but she didn't.

"Did something happen between you?"

You swallowed thickly. "No. Why?"

She shrugged. "You seem on edge. And he seems hurt."

You almost laughed. "Hurt?"

"You should have seen the way he looked after you after dinner."

You shook your head. "Lucy, you don't need to invent imaginary scenarios to make me feel better. I appreciate the sentiment, but it's really not helping."

She raised her eyebrows. "Tell me what happened then."

You huffed. "Nothing. Except me asking him to get dinner with me, and him turning it into getting pizza for everyone. Can't make it much clearer than that, now can you?"

Lucy just looked at you and the pity in her eyes made you want to rip your hair out. You flexed your hand, where the marks of the key were long gone, but you still felt pathetic.

"I don't think that was his intention", she finally said softly and turned around. You didn't move even after you heard her footsteps on the stairs and finally the door closing behind her. The room was now only dimly lit from the last bit of daylight that made its way through the narrow windows. Your eyes wandered over the four piles of equipment you had made on the floor, one for each member of the agency. From there, over to the shelves in which many folders filled to the brim with old bills, case records and miscellaneous papers piled up with no discernable system. Lastly, to the desks that stood in the corner, George's desk specifically. It was overflowing with books, notes, pictures, diagrams, loose paper, and pens, chaos only he could find any system in. On top of a stack of books stood a mug, looking lonely and out of place.

Without thinking about it, you slowly walked over and picked it up. It was your favourite mug, gifted to you by Lockwood after your first successful case with the agency as a sign that you were now a proper member. You softly brushed over the small spot on the handle that was chipped from the one time Lucy had tried to carry more than her hands could handle. You thought about how you had brought this cup down here a few days ago to give it to George who had been sitting over his notes for hours that evening. He had smiled at you, full of surprise and gratitude and fondness, before he had pulled over a chair for you to explain excitedly what he had been working on.

You blinked away the tears that had formed in your eyes. You weren't sure if you could go through with this. Leaving Lockwood & Co. would be like leaving family. But on the other hand, how long could you endure keeping things like they were? You had no idea how long you stood in the dark basement, staring at the mug that somehow had become the embodiment of the connections you had formed in this house - connections of varying kinds, but all connections of love. Connections that felt almost impossible to leave behind.

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This night's sleep had been horrible. You stumbled through the preparations that filled the entire first half of the day and looked forward to the train ride out into the country that would give you a chance to catch up on some of the sleep that you missed last night through all the tossing and turning.

The station was bustling with people, each one seemingly knowing exactly where to go and what to do. The four of you moved slowly through it all, your bags bulky and awkward to walk with, the rapiers dangling from your sides earning you a few glances from the people that passed you. Luckily, the train was already waiting at the platform. Your shoulder was aching from the unrelenting pressure of the bag's strap. After you ascended the three steps up into the train, you let it slip off your shoulder with a sigh, glad to be able to set it down for a second. The train was almost empty, it seemed like Stoneford - the village closest to Abbey House - wasn't a very popular destination. Your three colleagues had already started moving forward through the narrow hallway slowly, disregarding the empty seats they passed. Lockwood had booked you a private compartment, to allow you to discuss further details regarding the case if it was necessary, without anyone listening in on your conversation.

You looked down at the bag lying by your feet with dread. This was one of the many downsides of taking on cases with minimal information - the need to bring an extensive selection of gear to be equipped for everything that might come your way. You let out a long drawn-out sigh before bending down and snatching the straps that were on the floor. You started to make your way through the hallway, kicking and dragging the bag more than carrying it. You didn't come very far before the bag came to an abrupt halt, causing you to stumble forward and almost trip over your own feet. You cursed under your breath, which earned you a disapproving look from an older lady reading a newspaper two seats down from where you stood. You ignored her as you tried to get the strap out that had wedged itself in between the seat and the armrest.

You could feel your frustration building when you suddenly felt a hand coming to rest on the small of your back. You turned around to find George standing behind you. "Let me handle that", he said, and gently pushed you towards where Lucy and Lockwood had already disappeared into the compartment. You hesitated for a second, and looked back and forth between him and the bag, acutely aware of the placement of his hand. He raised his eyebrows, a silent prompt to follow what he had said.

"Thank you", you quietly said and left him to take care of it. The compartment door slid to the side easily, and you found Lucy and Lockwood on one of the benches, Lucy on her back with her head on Lockwood's lap. They had piled the luggage on the other bench, leaving barely enough room for two people to sit.

"Do you have to lie down, Lucy?", you asked. "Maybe we could put one of the bags on your bench." Lucy raised her head so that she could look at you over the edge of the table where Lockwood was looking through some papers, ignoring your conversation. "I'm really tired, unfortunately", she said. "I'm sure you understand." You rolled your eyes at her attempt to fake a convincing yawn. It was crystal clear to you what she was trying to do.

There was no time to argue with her because just then George appeared in the door frame. He wrestled the bag into the space under Lucy's and Lockwood's bench so that you could still move around in the compartment. When he was done, he turned to you. "Do you wanna sit by the window?" He was a little out of breath, a stray curl falling into his forehead. You shrugged. "I don't have a preference." He smiled at you. "Me neither. Then you get the window seat."

You squeezed yourself past the bags and sat down as close to the wall as possible, silently praying that the space was bigger than it looked. George placed his jacket on top of the bags before he too squeezed past the bags and plopped down next to you. He stretched out his legs with a sigh and took off his glasses to polish them on his shirt. He seemed entirely unfazed by the fact that your entire side was pressed up against him, all while it made your heartbeat stumble. You clasped your hands together in your lap to make yourself as small as possible.

"Lucy?" George asked. You bit your lip as you looked out of the window. Surely he was about to ask her to switch places so that he wouldn't have to be so close to you for the next several hours - you knew how he felt about excessive physical contact.

"Would you mind giving me the folder with the yellow marker?"

You looked over to Lucy, who pulled the folder out of the backpack you brought. George took it from her and opened it, immediately immersing himself in whatever he had in there.

In the meantime, the train had left the station. You hadn't moved at all, too afraid to accidentally alert George to the fact that you were almost sitting on top of him. Instead, you stared out of the window at the houses that flew by, slowly but surely getting replaced by trees and other greenery. There was a comfortable silence in the compartment, and that coupled with the rhythmic sound of the train had your eyes droop quickly. You rested your head against the wall and allowed them to close, quickly drifting off into sleep.

thank you for reading! feedback is appreciated :)

part IV

[demobatbricks]

LEGO Twilight Cullen House Review

"You better hold on tight spider monkey." Hold on tight fellow builders as Twilight has finally made its way into the LEGO universe. Known as one of the most influential series of books & movies of the late 2000s and early 2010s, Twilight created a divide of people who were either "Team Edward" or "Team Jacob" depending on your preference.

17 years later, LEGO has finally put out a Twilight set via the Ideas line and even before its release, it created some controversy for a couple of reasons. One of them being the differences in the original submission vs. what we actually got in the house design and the other being the missing family members in lieu of a separate design of Jacob in wolf form.

Do the changes LEGO made to the design deter from a potentially great build & purchase or do they make hardcore fans of the franchise want this set even more? Let's find out.

Design & Build

The design of the house is based off of a real house called the Hoke House in Portland, Oregon where most likely the film was shot at. The build itself contains 18 instruction bags (I got mine in plastic bags compared to some who have received paper bags, which isn't the biggest detractor to this set whatsoever). To begin the build, you start with Bella's truck which for the most part is pretty simple and only contains a couple of stickers for the license plates and can fit a minifigure in the driver's seat if you so deem to put one in it. Comparative to the film, the truck in the set is standard bright red whereas in the film, it's more of a rusty red. It isn't the worst part of the set to start with compared to what the build ends with but this could've been saved for the final bag in this builder's opinion.

Once we start the house is where the interesting techniques begin. Despite the color mismatch of the ideas submission vs. what we got, the house's design is accurate to the actual house used in the film which is what matters the most. On the outside the house shows off a garage door which you think would normally lead to a garage but it doesn't as a bookshelf is on the other side which has some neat building features to represent the books. Outside of the house on the left side are two buildable trees which you build towards the end of the set represent the infamous "spider monkey" scene and Edward & Bella can latch onto the larger tree as well as Bella latching onto Edward via a clear piece that her legs go onto.

As we advance to the 2nd floor, we build the kitchen and living area which has quite a few window pieces on the outside and a large view of the living area which features a few references from the first film, notably the baseball bats sticker, cap and a white piece representing a baseball which I personally found extremely awesome. The kitchen itself is built nicely and can house at least three minifigures to show off the scene where Bella goes to the Cullen house for the first time to have dinner with the family along with neat build techniques to build the sink and a bar area.

The third floor houses Edward's room (which by the way doesn't house a bed because he doesn't sleep) and a bathroom. The sticker usage is pretty nice as it houses some music vinyl thanks to some cool-looking sticker designs especially the graduation cap sticker. The bathroom itself has a light blue door, which is a minor issue as every other door is clear white and feels out of place compared to the rest of the house but nothing that impacts the build as you can simply replace it if it bothers you. The final part of the house is the roof build which is a simple build with yellow circular bricks representing lights and a gray piece representing an air vent and is easily removable to customize displays in every section of the house.

The final section of the build has to be one of the most uninspiring sections. While the trees when fully built do represent a key part in the movie, the set could've done without the wolf build. The wolf looks extremely uninspiring and has no place to be in this set especially if the house is based off of the first film based off the minifigure details.

While none of the 7 minifigures (Edward, Bella, Charlie, Jacob, Alice, Rosalie, and Carlisle) have any leg printing their torso printing mostly make up for it and Jacob even has two hair choices of long hair or short hair. The entire Cullen family that's included have alternate faces showing off their glowing vampire look which was an intricate detail to add and adds to the accuracy of the set.

Final Thoughts

At $219.99 for 2001 pieces (I personally think it should've been 2008 pieces to reference the release year of the film), is the Cullen House worth your money? Yes and no. If you're a hardcore Twilight fan who has read the books, seen the movies and are hardcore Team Edward or Jacob, this is designed for you. If you're hesitant because of the changes made from the Ideas submission, this is a wait for sale/pass. At $220, you're getting a good piece value for what the set's retailing at but the obvious target audience is hardcore Twilight fans. One of the major reasons I purchased it was due to the double points weekend so that could be another incentive to get this set. The key drawback is the missing family members (but can be created via Bricklink thanks to Instagram user trippinbricks) and the exclusion of James & Victoria (at least from my perspective).

Pros:

+Great house design stays mostly faithful to the film location

+Awesome references to the entire franchise via its sticker usage

+Minifigures look pretty decent

+Great usage of build techniques & display value throughout the house

Cons:

-Wolf build was unnecessary & took away potential minifigures

-Should've stuck to the original Ideas submission

Score:

Design & Build: 4/5

Difficulty: 3.5/5

Fun Factor: 4/5

Final Score & Grade:

11.5/15 (76.6%) (C)

Recommendations: Wait For Sale/2X Insiders Weekend

[lawnandlandpros]

Year-Round Landscaping Services in Portland: Seasonal Care for Your Property

Portland is renowned for its stunning natural beauty, diverse plant life, and distinct seasons. As a homeowner in this vibrant city, you have the opportunity to create a year-round outdoor oasis that thrives through each season. However, maintaining a lush, healthy landscape requires careful attention to the changing needs of your yard throughout the year. Lawn and Land Pros is proud to offer year-round landscaping services in Portland, providing comprehensive seasonal care that ensures your property looks its best no matter the time of year.

Why Year-Round Landscaping Matters

Portland’s climate—mild, wet winters and dry, sunny summers—requires tailored care to ensure that your landscape remains vibrant and resilient. Each season brings its own challenges and opportunities for growth. With year-round landscaping services, you can keep your lawn, plants, and trees healthy, protect your investment, and enjoy a beautiful outdoor space no matter the season.

Key benefits of year-round Landscaping services in Portland include:

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Healthier Plants and Lawns: Seasonal care addresses the specific needs of your plants, trees, and grass, helping them thrive throughout Portland’s varied climate.

Increased Property Value: A well-maintained landscape not only looks good but also increases the value of your home, making it more attractive to potential buyers.

Stress-Free Maintenance: With a year-round landscaping plan, you won’t have to worry about the changing seasons—our expert team will handle everything for you.

The Benefits of Seasonal Landscaping Care

Each season brings different weather patterns and challenges to your property. Lawn and Land Pros offers seasonal landscaping services that are specifically designed to meet the unique needs of your yard in Portland throughout the year. Let’s take a look at what your landscape requires during each season and how we can help.

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Tree and Shrub Maintenance: Pruning and trimming trees and shrubs to remove dead branches and ensure healthy growth in the spring.

Fall is also a great time to plant certain types of trees and shrubs, as they can take root before the first frost.

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Lawn Care: While winter is a time of dormancy for most grass types, we’ll monitor your lawn and address any signs of disease or damage from foot traffic or wet conditions.

Seasonal Cleanups: Removing fallen debris and leaves that can create a breeding ground for pests and fungi.

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[homeimpclass]

Understanding the Cost of ADU in Portland OR

ADU Cost Portland: Understanding Your Investment in Expanded Living Space

If you're a Portland homeowner considering adding an Accessory Dwelling Unit (ADU) to your property, one of the first questions on your mind is likely, "How much will it cost?" Understanding ADU costs in Portland is crucial for planning your project and maximizing your investment. In this comprehensive guide, we'll break down the factors that influence ADU expenses in the Rose City and help you navigate the financial landscape of this popular home addition option.

Factors Influencing ADU Cost in Portland

Size and Design Complexity

The size of your ADU is one of the primary factors affecting its cost. In Portland, ADUs can range from compact studios to spacious two-bedroom units. Generally, larger ADUs cost more due to increased materials and labor. However, the complexity of your design also plays a role. Custom features, high-end finishes, and intricate architectural elements can significantly impact the overall expense.

Type of ADU: New Construction vs. Conversion

The type of ADU you choose will greatly influence your costs. New construction ADUs, such as detached backyard cottages, typically cost more than converting existing spaces like garages or basements. While new builds offer more design flexibility, conversions can be more cost-effective, especially if the existing structure is in good condition.

Portland's Unique Building Requirements

Portland has specific building codes and energy efficiency standards that can affect your ADU costs. The city's emphasis on sustainable construction often means investing in high-quality insulation, energy-efficient windows, and eco-friendly heating and cooling systems. While these elements may increase upfront costs, they can lead to long-term savings on utility bills.

Breaking Down ADU Cost Portland: What to Expect

Average Cost Range for Portland ADUs

As of 2024, the cost of building an ADU in Portland typically ranges from $200 to $400 per square foot. For a 600-square-foot ADU, this translates to a total cost between $120,000 and $240,000. However, it's important to note that these figures can vary based on the factors mentioned above and current market conditions.

Permit and Fee Considerations

Portland's permitting process and associated fees are an essential part of your ADU budget. System Development Charges (SDCs) can be a significant expense, although Portland has periodically offered waivers for ADUs. As of 2024, it's crucial to check with the Portland Bureau of Development Services for current fee structures and potential incentives.

Site Preparation and Utility Connections

Site-specific costs can significantly impact your ADU budget. Factors such as soil conditions, tree removal, and the need for new utility connections can add to your expenses. Portland's hilly terrain and diverse soil types mean that some properties may require additional foundation work or retaining walls, increasing overall costs.

Financing Your Portland ADU: Options and Considerations

Traditional Home Equity Loans and HELOCs

Many Portland homeowners finance their ADUs through home equity loans or Home Equity Lines of Credit (HELOCs). These options allow you to leverage the equity in your primary residence to fund your ADU project. Interest rates and terms can vary, so it's wise to shop around and compare offers from multiple lenders.

Construction Loans and ADU-Specific Financing

Some lenders offer construction loans specifically tailored for ADU projects. These loans typically convert to a traditional mortgage once construction is complete. Additionally, keep an eye out for ADU-specific financing programs that may be available in Portland, as local initiatives sometimes offer favorable terms for ADU construction.

Potential Rental Income Considerations

When budgeting for your ADU, consider the potential rental income it could generate. Portland's tight housing market often means that ADUs can command attractive rents. This income potential can offset your investment over time and may even be factored into some lending decisions.

Cost-Saving Strategies for Your Portland ADU

Efficient Design and Space Utilization

Working with an experienced ADU designer can help you maximize space efficiency, potentially reducing overall square footage and associated costs. Clever storage solutions and multi-functional spaces can make a smaller ADU feel spacious while keeping expenses in check.

Phased Construction Approach

If budget constraints are a concern, consider a phased approach to your ADU project. Start with the essential living spaces and add features or finishes over time. This strategy can help spread out costs and allow you to adapt the space as your needs or financial situation evolves.

Energy-Efficient Investments

While energy-efficient features may increase upfront costs, they can lead to significant long-term savings. Consider investments in high-quality insulation, energy-efficient appliances, and possibly solar panels. These elements not only reduce utility costs but can also increase the value and appeal of your ADU.

Navigating Portland's ADU Regulations and Incentives

Understanding Zoning and Setback Requirements

Portland's zoning laws and setback requirements can impact your ADU design and, consequently, its cost. Familiarize yourself with these regulations early in the planning process to avoid expensive redesigns or delays. Working with a Portland-based ADU specialist can help ensure your project complies with all local regulations.

Leveraging Local Incentives and Programs

Stay informed about Portland's ADU incentives and programs. While specific offerings may change, the city has historically been supportive of ADU development. From fee waivers to expedited permitting processes, taking advantage of available programs can help reduce your overall ADU costs.

Conclusion

Investing in an ADU in Portland can be a smart financial decision, offering potential rental income, increased property value, and flexible living space. While costs can vary widely based on numerous factors, understanding these elements and planning carefully can help you create a beautiful, functional ADU that fits your budget and enhances your property. Remember, the key to a successful ADU project in Portland lies in thorough planning, leveraging local expertise, and balancing upfront costs with long-term value.

Choose Portland Custom ADU Builders for a stress-free journey to expanding your property's potential and value in the Rose City.

Contact us at 971-385-5105 or visit for a personalized ADU cost assessment and to start your project today!

ADU Cost Portland FAQs

How does Portland's climate affect ADU construction costs? Portland's rainy climate can impact construction timelines and necessitate specific weatherproofing measures. This may increase costs slightly, but experienced local builders factor these considerations into their planning and pricing.

Are there any tax implications for building an ADU in Portland? Building an ADU can affect your property taxes. While the increase is generally proportional to the added value, it's advisable to consult with a local tax professional for a precise assessment based on your specific situation.

How do Portland's historic district regulations impact ADU costs? If your property is in one of Portland's historic districts, you may face additional design requirements to maintain architectural consistency. This can increase costs due to specific materials or construction methods needed to comply with preservation standards.

What role does Portland's emphasis on sustainability play in ADU costs? Portland's focus on sustainable building practices may increase upfront costs due to requirements for energy-efficient systems and eco-friendly materials. However, these investments often result in lower operating costs and potential incentives or rebates.

How does the cost of a Portland ADU compare to traditional home additions? While costs can vary, ADUs in Portland are often more cost-effective per square foot compared to traditional home additions. This is partly due to their smaller size and the potential for more efficient design and construction processes.

About Portland Custom ADU Builders:

Portland Custom ADU Builders is your premier partner for creating bespoke Accessory Dwelling Units in the heart of Portland, Oregon. With deep roots in the local community, we specialize in designing and constructing ADUs that seamlessly blend with Portland's unique architectural landscape. Our team of experienced craftsmen and designers are well-versed in navigating the city's specific zoning laws, energy efficiency requirements, and permit processes. 

From cozy studio apartments to spacious two-bedroom units, we handle every aspect of your ADU project - from initial concept to final walkthrough. We pride ourselves on sustainable building practices, innovative space-saving solutions, and attention to detail that reflects Portland's commitment to quality living.

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Why Tree Service Is Essential for Property Safety in Portland, Maine

Portland, Maine, is known for its beautiful, tree-lined streets and charming landscapes. However, in October 2017, a severe storm caused fallen trees across the city, damaging homes, cars, and power lines. Such incidents highlight the importance of tree service in Portland, Maine, for property safety and preventing potential hazards. 

Regular tree service is essential to protecting your property and the people around it. Let’s explore why professional tree care is vital and how you can take proactive steps to ensure the health and safety of your trees.

Dangers of Untrimmed Trees

If you own a home or property in Portland, properly maintaining your trees can prevent unexpected damage or expensive repairs. Neglected trees may seem harmless, but if untrimmed, they can pose significant threats.

Falling Branches and Debris

Strong winds and heavy snowfall, which are common in Portland, can cause dead or weakened branches to snap off. These falling limbs can cause severe damage to roofs, vehicles, and even power lines. Tree service in Portland, Maine, helps mitigate these risks by regularly removing weak or dead branches before they have a chance to fall.

Tree Disease and Pest Infestation

Unmaintained trees are more vulnerable to diseases like oak wilt, Dutch elm disease, or infestations from pests like emerald ash borers. Once a tree becomes infected, it can spread disease or pests to nearby healthy trees. Professional tree service not only keeps trees healthy but also prevents the spread of infestations.

Benefits of Regular Tree Service in Portland, Maine

Routine tree care isn’t just about preventing problems—it also comes with several benefits. These advantages can enhance the value and beauty of your property.

Improved Tree Health

Regular pruning is one of the most effective ways to maintain and improve the overall health of your trees. Pruning removes dead or diseased branches that sap energy from the tree, making it stronger and more resilient. Well-maintained trees are better equipped to survive these conditions, ensuring your property stays safe and beautiful year-round.

Enhanced Property Value

Aesthetic, healthy trees can make your yard more appealing, creating a welcoming environment for visitors or potential buyers. Research has shown that properties with mature, properly cared-for trees tend to sell faster and at a higher price. Regular tree service in Portland, Maine, ensures your trees remain an asset to your home rather than a liability.

Tree Service Regulations in Portland, Maine

Like many cities, Portland has local regulations governing tree care. For example, trimming trees that overhang streets or sidewalks may require a permit from the city. Additionally, diseased trees that pose a safety risk may need to be removed. Ignoring these rules can lead to fines or penalties, so hiring a professional tree removal service is essential. A knowledgeable arborist in Portland will understand the local regulations and ensure your tree maintenance is done legally.

Choosing the Right Tree Care Experts

Not all tree service providers are created equal. To ensure you get the best possible care for your trees, it’s important to select a qualified tree care company. Here’s what to look for:

Experience and Qualifications — Look for a company with certified arborists on staff who understand the specific tree species and challenges.

Insurance and Licensing — Tree work can be dangerous, so make sure the company you hire is fully insured and licensed. 

References and Reviews — Positive feedback and proven experience indicate that a company is trustworthy and skilled.

Pricing and Services — Some companies offer comprehensive packages that include tree trimming, stump removal, and emergency tree services, which may provide better value for money.

DIY Tree Pruning: Safety Tips

While many homeowners may consider DIY tree pruning to save a few dollars, it’s not always the safest option. For those who choose to handle smaller tree care tasks, it’s important to follow safety precautions. Always wear protective gear like gloves, helmets, and goggles to guard against falling debris.

Pruning large trees without property tools or expertise can be extremely dangerous. It’s highly recommended that you hire a professional tree service. Experts have the right tools and insurance to do the job efficiently. Whether you’re a property owner or a certified arborist, safety should always be a priority.

Here are three key safety tips to keep in mind:

Use the right tools for the job

Be mindful of your surroundings

Never climb trees without safety gear

Ensuring Property Safety with Professional Tree Service

Tree care is critical to property maintenance in a city like Portland, Maine, where the weather can be unpredictable. Regular pruning keeps trees healthy and enhances your property's aesthetic and financial value. Whether it's removing hazardous limbs or controlling pests and diseases, professional tree service in Portland, Maine, care can make a big difference. Audet Enterprises has years of experience and understands tree care in this region.