This week I made my spring trek to the Botannical Gardens in Buffalo. Going during the spring flower show is giving yourself a gift. There are lilies, tulips, hyacinths, primroses, orchids, and much, more more, all in full bloom. Color is everywhere. It's phenomenal.As a photographer, I like to go on a grey day so (1) there aren't many people there and (2) I can sit on the floor and take closeup photos without being disturbed. It was raining outside the day I went. I did not use a flash and the results are what you see here. I just love the color mix. If
you're like me, I'd like to pick a bouquet to take home. Of course, that brings me to a story. LOL
you're like me, I'd like to pick a bouquet to take home. Of course, that brings me to a story. LOLWhen I was about four years old, I came home with a bouquet of beautiful flowers in my hand and presented them to my mother. As I recall, it was summertime. My mom was initially grateful and then - wise as she was - wondered where the flowers had come from. I was after all little and I didn't stray far from our yard.
Not long after I appeared in the doorway, the elderly lady from across the street knocked on the door. She was visibly shaken and wanted to know if I had showed up with flowers. My mom acknowledged that I had. As it turns out, the woman was raising those flowers for the State Fair exhibit the next week, and I had picked most of them. I guess what flowers I left in her garden were not in good shape.
You know, I've always loved flowers. I think that neighbor lady showed me perfection in the flowers she grew. She must have been devastated by my flower-kaper. Actually, while her State Fair display was horribly ruined by a four year old, I have never faltered in my selection of quality flowers...and that very forgiving lady turned into a friend for life.
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