The twenty second day

Another warm day in the garden today. The beauty of this place has the power to literally take your breath away.

I overheard the garden's owner saying "You look amazing" to one bed of tulips and when I emerged from where I had been taking photographs he said without embarrassment that he liked to talk to his garden.

His garden seems very grateful for the praise.

The scent! The delicate perfume of blossom.

The gentle drift of petals to the ground. The springtime equivalent to the fall of bronzed autumn leaves.

The twenty first day

I had to go back there. Twice in one week. The sky was so blue though, the day warm again. The hum of the bees today was almost deafening!

Oh the in drawn breath at the colours.

The irridiscent petals of the daffodils.

The scents.

Today I thought long and quietly about the privilege of being able to document this garden.

And the heaven of it.

The twentieth day

Although the day had been clear and bright when I left Sydney, by the time I got to the mountains the mist had glided in and everything was dripping. Still, I decided to go to the garden.

It was breathtaking. Tulips, daffodils, star flowers. Grape hyacinths, rhododendrons, camellias. Blooming. On this grey, dripping day the colours were glorious.

The extraordinary thing? There is still so much more of this glory to come........