It was so beautiful on Wednesday morning, that I was determined to get back here on my own this morning. Determined enough to set an alarm clock on a Saturday morning.
It was so much chillier than the sunshine let on through the window. My eyes watered for most of the walk, but the sun felt so good to me. I honestly don’t know what I’m doing with a camera, but it’s impossible to take a bad shot in this season. Everything is exploding, and the low sun and the blue skies and crisp air just help to highlight it.
F and I don’t always make it all the way to the rear of the Japanese garden on Wednesday mornings, but when I get a chance to, I take it. I love the zig-zag bridge the most – no matter the weather, it always seems to feel better when I’m walking on it. I had to dodge a few photographers in the area, but I snapped a quick shot across the water from there. I walked through the woodland garden where the sun peeked in through the tree canopy above.
The tulips just get better each visit. The varieties and colors and those tall, straight stalks are just so beautiful. Seeing them in bloom never gets old. But there are also tiny little treasures along the way that are easy to miss if you aren’t looking. I think that’s why I love the early mornings – it almost feels like the lower sun angle helps to highlight the buds and blossoms that would get lost in the middle of the day and the middle of the crowds.
It’s almost two in the afternoon as I sort through these photos and post them here. I can imagine how busy the place is right now, it’s a gorgeous day for a visit. I love the garden anytime, but it’s such a gift to be able to visit in the off hours, with a camera, a too-thin sweater, and an hour set aside for just this.