Isn't it just amazing how we can plan and work out in our minds which flowers would work best in our climate and even then it's often a hit and miss? (If you click on the collage, it will enlarge and then just click on the back arrow to come back to the rest of the story)
I was just amazed at the different flowers that we saw at Manning Park and actually we missed the best displays. There we were at the very top of the ridge where the growing season is so short but the delicate blooms were poking through doing what they do best year in and year out. (posting this after Jills comment . .I found a sit with Manning park flowers if you are interested in the names . .click here)
I was amused to see the lavender fall asters that bloom in my perennial garden in fall, already almost finishing their bloom in the alpine. I suppose they don't have the luxury of waiting for the leaves to turn up there.
This year on holidays I found myself remembering the pictures that my parents would take on holidays . . .scenery . . .lots and lots of scenery. We would kid them just a bit at the pictures that they claimed were amazing and quite spectacular in real life. They would do their best to persuade us that the scene that we were looking at, nearly took their breath away.
So, too, as I snapped one picture after another, in the back of my mind I knew that I could never truly capture the beauty that was before me, and then I thought about heaven and the descriptions in the Bible.
I wonder if my mom and dad are still wishing that they could send a postcard to us kids with a caption that reads, "I know this is a bit blurry but you'll have to take our word for it . .. .it takes our breath away".
As with most things, my age is adjusting my thinking and my appreciation for beauty is going deeper each and every day. What a gift in itself.
Have a delightful day my friends.