The weather has been glorious lately and visiting a garden seems to be perfect. On Saturday afternoon I visited Pardee Rose Garden because I know the irises are blooming everywhere and I’m pretty sure there will be some there. When I got to the garden, I saw the row of irises beautifully lining up on the outer side of the fence. It seemed like a party was happening in the garden by looking at the many colors the irises showed. Perhaps that’s what made Vincent van Gogh painted the Irises before he died. He captured the irises’ details intimately and created a stunning perception. I can’t paint as good as van Gogh, but I tried to capture the details I saw from the irises in the Pardee Rose Garden through my camera. Please, enjoy!
Far away, it seems, in a land where the sun always shines, where the sky opens up and the air smells sweet, there’s a field full of sunflowers. Rows upon rows of breathtaking flowers, nodding and swaying. Nestled behind the stone fences that stand for hundreds of years, secluded between the tree shadows. If you keep silence, all you hear is the sounds of bees buzzing, moving from one flower to the next. They won’t even feel bothered, there’s plenty of flowers that you can admire. When you walk between the long stalks and the heavy flowers, you might feel lost. You might feel small. There in the land of summer, the sunflowers are the giants. Before you leave, you might want to make a wish, for another visit to a far away land, where the sun always shines, the sky opens up and the air smells sweet. Because if you have to get lost, why don’t you get lost amongst the sunflowers?
When I say “garden”, please don’t imagine it like any other beautiful garden. Although I would really love if it’s as lovely as those English garden I saw on the magazines. But after living for years in an apartment building, I really missed digging into soil and planting something. I never consider my self as a gardener or a person who has a green thumb. I’ve had some indoor plants, but they always died in the end, although I cared for them just enough, or so I thought. I started collecting seeds and bought gardening magazines especially British. I was daydreaming of lush green lawn and rows of hollyhocks, poppies, roses, and daffodils.
Then on the 4th of July, I started clearing a patch of land in the backyard. I sowed some sunflower seeds and zinnia. After that I started planting and sowing in other parts of our yard. I planted the morning-glory seedling my friend gave me, sowing more morning-glory, lettuce and hollyhocks. I felt overjoyed and alive. I love the smell of freshly dug ground and wet grass after I watered the lawn. I enjoyed the moment when I saw new seedlings of sunflowers, morning-glory and hollyhocks on the ground. I literary squealed with delight. Then a challenge arose when hurricane Irene came. I was glad that even though the rain and strong wind laid down their worst, my garden was fine. Actually, my fourth of July garden has been thriving and blooming beautifully since then. I added planting nasturtium and cosmos too later on. Now after almost 3 months, I think I have proofed my self that I have somewhat of a green thumb.
(Just for some info, I took photo 1, 2, 3 with my camera phone and photo 4 and 5 with my Canon)