This is not a garden on a grand scale, and yet it was absolutely beautiful! I won't write much here, but I will share a bunch of images from our wanderings . . .
I've always thought Greg has a very nice profile.
Some of the patterns seen in growing things just blow my mind. Here are some we saw today:
The bark on this tree looks like a woven pattern!
You couldn't find more order from an obsessive-compulsive.
The color of this bark (kind of birch-like) is not exaggerated!
Finally, they had a small iris garden that was just at full tilt. My artist mom has done some amazing pastels of irises over the years, so this is a little love-note to me mum . . .
I wish I could include the glorious fragrance for you!
This is my Father's world,
and to my listening ears
all nature sings, and round me rings
the music of the spheres.
This is my Father's world:
I rest me in the thought
of rocks and trees, of skies and seas;
his hand the wonders wrought.
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