Yesterday started out with some indoor flower arranging – I picked up a bunch of $5 sleeves of various flowers and F and I arranged them in mason jars. These will go on the tables tomorrow morning for Grandparents Breakfast at E’s school.
Later that afternoon E and I headed over to the garden for a sleepover. An outdoor sleepover. With no tents. Here’s our campsite, an explosion of colorful sleeping bags and tarps. Yesterday afternoon was warm, but the temperatures quickly fell. Everything was covered in a serious layer of dewy wetness by the time we turned in for the night around 11:30.
A little tie-dying…
Some moon gazing…
And late night orienteering through the dark, dark garden. I’ve only been to the garden once so late at night, and that was for the lantern festival when it was packed with people and lit up with lanterns. Walking around in the near empty garden was a pretty cool experience.
We survived the night, and lived to tell the tale.
The garden, just after sunrise, is truly beautiful. Everything’s wet and refreshed and quiet. (Except for the packs of nine-year-old girls.)
You could hear the marathon runners just outside the garden. They started early in the morning, and we woke to cheers and bands playing along the route. We watched them run by through the gates. I feel like I ran a bit of a marathon as well – minus the exercise component, of course. Today would be a good day for a nap.
