I don’t feel I can strictly call this a post; we went to a local arboretum this weekend, and I just wanted to share some of the sights.
It was a thought my wife had; we’d been trying to find this place for some time. We knew exactly where it was, but each and every time I failed to find the entrance to the place. Needless to say, we had a huge fight, and naturally she was right.
So all I really want to say is, I’m sorry, darling wife, and I hope these pictures help make up for it. This was a beautiful place you took us to.
As the name suggests, there were trees. They were awfully tall.
Flowers they had, also. I will apologize here and say I know nothing about flowers, other than they’re pretty. If you know the names of any of these, let me know!
Isn’t this a funky little guy? He looks sneaky, like he’s trying to tap you on the other shoulder as you walk past.
Some of the colors were wonderful beyond description.
Even the purest white was dazzling, and radiant.
Fire and passion, embodied in petal and pollen.
The day was beautiful; azure skies and wisps of white, and greenery all around.
A wonderful fountain, in a pond of green.
Each path, large and small, was individually named; Dorothy led us to Hickory Hill.
Ducky girls day out. They certainly enjoyed the pond scum.
Many critters there were, also; isn’t this little lady beautiful?
Small and unnoticed, the busy fellows who make this all possible.
I am astounded by the dragon’s wings – ephemeral, almost non-existent, and suddenly this gorgeous streak through the very center.
Champion of the winged creatures, at first it looked like a shine of silver and blue. Look closer, and see the hundreds of minute spots that make up her beauty.
And finally…quiet, still, tucked away in the glen and hiding in the shadows, the most precious sight of all. Across the stream, we gazed upon each other, and I’m certain she knew I meant no harm.