I sometimes reward myself with an escape to a place of private pleasure. I drive to a nearby National Trust property that has reliably beautiful gardens and look my fill. It's not a huge detour, I spend a half hour appreciating colours and perfumes and the contented resonance of happy bees. I feel restored and take my smile with me again to face the day.
My timing has been a little off this season. We had a warm spell that provoked the tulips. They don't last long in California, once they flower their glory is brief. By the time I got there last week the main spectacle was over and the next, wisteria-phase, was just beginning. I was a bit annoyed at myself and the fact that it was mid-afternoon so too busy for my liking. I was grumpy at all the white-haired ones who have no concept that someone might need to pass on the brick walkways as they dither forward, four abreast, totally unconcerned. The docents were haggered and worn and had lost all sense of humour as there were repeated infractions onto the precious lawns.
Not my best visit. I will have to return again.
Aren't spring flowers just the best mood enhancer!
ReplyDeleteGiven that I can no longer see to do my own eyebrows, am officially postmenopausal, and have a head of white hair myself, I can only imagine that the dithering is not far behind!!!
ReplyDeleteGlad to hear that you took yourself out on a date with the flowers. I love AWOL in all it's forms!
Hi Pyzahn, Thanks for visiting. Flowers certainly do it for me. We are so spoiled here that I try not to be obnoxious and post too much about sunshine and flowers when I know there is snow and rain elsewhere.
ReplyDeleteI love Spring, our wisteria is just starting to grow a few buds.
ReplyDeleteWaiting for the tulips here. So far crocus, a few daffodils, forsythia, and some snowdrops. New Jersey is on hold for Spring!
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