On Saturday, Jeff and I went to the Botanical Garden. Because we can.
And I took pictures. Because I can.
And he stood there, chagrined, and held my camera bag and soda. Because he can (and because he loves me).
It was really pretty ridiculous, how beautiful the flowers were – we’d missed the tulips, and the peonies (my favorite!) weren’t fully in yet, but that’s OK. There was other stuff to see.
I just want to crawl up into the middle of that flower and drink a dewdrop and take a nap, don’t you?
You can live inside this one, if you want.
We’ll be neighbors – and you’ll have your own dewdrop!
Or perhaps this fine piece of real estate is more to your liking?
(PS – I bet this one would taste like orange sherbet. Betcha anything.)
It was kind of sunny, but sometimes that’s ok. Like this time:
That photo represents everything that’s warm and summery and refreshing, doesn’t it?
Makes me want to go for a dip!
(LOVE the reflecting pool, as always – but where were the giant lilypads on Saturday? I didn’t realize those things were…mobile.)
These are called bleeding hearts or something, right?
All I know is, I took about 30 photos and that’s the closest I could get to a clear one. Meh. Still pretty fowwers, though.
This dome-shaped bed was one of my favorites:
with purple and gold intermingled…
…even if the blooms were rather well-nibbled:
(not by me, I swear!…this time.)
The Japanese area of the garden has a pretty little pond, and Jeff said “Hey take a picture! Right here! Do it!” So I obliged:
…but it doesn’t do a whole lot for me. I’m more of an “up close and personal” girl, myself.
Speaking of “up close and personal”…
Yeah, I only actually appear in a photo about once every two months Jeff has a hard time prying the camera out of my hands.
But turnabout’s fair play, right? So that’s why I’m publishing THIS!
Here I was playing paparazza:
…but he caught me! Drats!
Enough of that silliness, I’ll have no more!
So here’s a waterfall:
It’s in the English Woodlands, which is my favorite section. It makes me feel like a little woodsprite.
Here’s another waterfall:
It’s back in the Japanese area. It does not make me feel like a ninja.
There’s more, but I’m starting to feel kinda discombobulated. So I’m off to recombobulate – wish me luck on THAT count, eh?
Later today (or maybe tomorrow): FLUORESCENCE!
Put on yer sunglasses in preparation, dudes. Srsly.