Such an awful moment, when a recent vacation begins to drift off into the mists of long ago and far away. Only a couple weeks ago, but the travel mojo you came home with is already smothered under to-do lists.
Time to get out all the miscellaneous photos and attempt to recapture that feeling of wandering around a great garden as nothing more than a conduit for gorgeous sensations of pattern, shape, color. Isn’t that what gardens, great or small, do? Conduits are incapable of making to-do lists. Plant lists, yes, to-do lists, no. (Begging your pardon, Mr. Isherwood, but if you are a camera, I am a conduit. Or used to be, now on hiatus.)
I have been enjoying your Longwood posts. We were there two or three summers ago and it was brutal hot, even by July standards. My wife found an air conditioned building and had her crossword book while her crazy husband ran around a garden he had been itching to see no matter the weather.
My husband would be the one in the AC building doing the crosswords. Fall was such a great time to cover a lot of ground walking on the East Coast. Not too sure I’d get very far in July!
That is a fine collection of tree ferns! I wonder…did the childhood association hold? Or was the setting so grand that it didn’t apply?
So funny to extend this conversation across blogs. And, yes, that childhood association still holds!
I’m afraid if I ever went to visit Longwood, I would never leave! Lovely post. David/Tropical Texana/Houston