Something I look forward to each year is my pilgrimage to
Elizabeth Park in Hartford, Connecticut to see The Roses. Some years I get
there. Some years I don’t. Roses wait for no one and if you don’t time it just
right you miss them. Rain can wreck havoc on them. One year I drove all the way
there, only to find I was a bit too late. The petals were curling and brown.
Not exactly a delight to the camera lens.
When I go, I pack the car with lawn chairs, a cooler
full of ice blocks, lunch and plenty to drink. It can be hot in this season
and, more often than not, it’s muggy. Sometimes I throw in the parasol, straw
hats and sketch books.
Sitting on a bench under a tree just outside the rose rings,
I sit in the shade sipping water and feeling the breeze on my face. The breeze
is heavenly and scented heavily with the perfume of fragrant roses. I close my
eyes a breathe deep.
Treasured Teen and I wander with cameras at the ready,
finding the best blossoms to curate. TT poses among the flowers looking
fabulous and fierce and feminine. Such lovely photos we have over the years.
I could spend hours there and usually I do.