It’s so hot this week, but I’ve missed the garden so I went anyway. There was an abundance of pinks, and I especially loved the corals/russets/plums near the entrance to the Linnean House. Just beautiful in the early morning light.
It was already in the high eighties by seven o’clock, and the sprinklers were running full force as I walked. I kept looking for shade, but that low sun sneaks in everywhere. It was hard to stay cool.
Sometimes the path forward got interesting – I wrapped my camera in my shirt and made a break for it.
The garden paths are kind of lonely without F. I ducked out early to the boxwood garden instead.
The misters were going here, and the sunlight caught the water in the air in the most magical way.
I would wait for them to stop before I pulled my camera out, but they were cycling on and off every minute, so it wasn’t an easy task.
I walked for an hour and then headed over to SweetArt for breakfast. A rare quiet morning on my own – I took a book and my camera and settled into the silence. It felt good. Sweaty, but good.
