*The water-lily starts and slides//Upon the level in little puffs of wind,//Tho’ anchor’d to the bottom.
Longwood Gardens has long been my mecca. I approach each garden with reverence. With camera in hand, I inspect every leaf–even the undersides; I peek inside every bud for the perpetuating pollen; I am bewitched by the colors of the bromeliads . . . I spy one of the gardeners, donned in grayish-green coveralls, with a watering can and a hat and gloves–and I feel a twinge of jealousy, but this is short-lived. I am besotted and breathless and tarry on every path, saddened by the dwindling sunlight. (*title by Tennyson)
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Quote of the Day for YOU: At twilight, nature is not without loveliness, though perhaps its chief use is to illustrate quotations from the poets. ~Oscar Wilde