Did you ever visit a garden with such a variety of flowers and plants that your senses are overwhelmed with the cacophony of beauty. A riot of shapes and colors that you can’t decide which is the more beautiful. Mirror, mirror on the wall, which is the most beautiful flower of them all. Surely the mirror would splinter into a thousand pieces in an attempt to provide you with the correct answer.
Today I went to a local nursery called the Bloomin Haus. I am not sure just how big the establishment is, but it is laid out on both sides of a road. Possibly a total of several acres. On a nice day you can spend hours meandering among the containers of growing vegetables and plants. Never mind the sensory overload caused by huge hanging pots of geranium, petunias, daisy and more in the twenty or so hot houses. You must restrain yourself from purchasing all you can carry.
Should you take the time to cross over said road to the other side, there you will find trees, bushes, and a host of small orphaned animals kept for the pleasure of the would be gardener. Definitely, you will be delayed further from going about your business. One of the most beautiful creatures that I’ve had the pleasure of viewing at this tiny zoo was an albino peacock. With its jeweled feathers fanned the sight stole your breath away. It’s a treasure one does not expect when going out to buy a few flowers, and a bag of manure. I have lingered in a day-dream when entering this world. It rests there on Waveryly Avenue for all the world to experience. All you have to do is go.
So there you have it. I escaped today into a floral fairy land for just a few hours and returned home with a car load of beauty and vegetables. Tomorrow I’ll dig out my little floral hand shovel, pull on my gardening gloves, and turn my own yard into a land of escape, if only for a little while.
By the way, we one time did have a fabulous blue and green peacock on this small dead-end block, where we make our home. Its presence in suburbia surprised everyone who had the good fortune to see it strutting around the tree lined street and grassy front yards. Alas, after so many years, it went the way of the dodo bird. I’ll just have to tack up my photograph of that memory to complete my private paradise.