I deleted two tries at the story of the Republican Activist who sat next to me on the Airplane, and instead interrupt that potential programming to discuss Descanso Gardens. I had some time to kill today, in La Canada, California, so I headed to Descanso Gardens. Descanso is a beautiful public garden bracketed by the Verdugo Mountains.
The highlight of the garden is the immense camellia tree forest, but all year round, it's a fascinating place. My wife and I lived just twenty minutes from here, and neary every weekend I'd come here and walk.
On Saturday mornings, deer would shyly hop away as
one approached. Each Thanksgiving, all the leaves on the giant gingko tree would turn a bright yellow and fall off just in time for turkey. The gardens are always lovely, and they are in some very personal way very much Home to me. A home I now live 1400 miles away from, admittedly, but home nonetheless.
May Day is past the best California camellia bloom--the three main "brands" of camellias bloom in December, January and February in Southern California. Still, the last fading camellia blooms could still be seen on many trees. The rose garden was a marvel--roses of every shape and hue everywhere.
The native plant garden was filled with golden California poppy and fairyduster--that scraggly, almost ethereal desert bush that has "featherduster" red blooms a few months a year. I took a throwaway camera roll of photos, to be affixed to corrugated plastic (corruplast) cards and sent out as mail art. I only had thirty five minutes in that garden,
but to me this sort of time is Eternal Life.
I have seen the gateways of Heaven open, and they are in bloom....
The highlight of the garden is the immense camellia tree forest, but all year round, it's a fascinating place. My wife and I lived just twenty minutes from here, and neary every weekend I'd come here and walk.
On Saturday mornings, deer would shyly hop away as
one approached. Each Thanksgiving, all the leaves on the giant gingko tree would turn a bright yellow and fall off just in time for turkey. The gardens are always lovely, and they are in some very personal way very much Home to me. A home I now live 1400 miles away from, admittedly, but home nonetheless.
May Day is past the best California camellia bloom--the three main "brands" of camellias bloom in December, January and February in Southern California. Still, the last fading camellia blooms could still be seen on many trees. The rose garden was a marvel--roses of every shape and hue everywhere.
The native plant garden was filled with golden California poppy and fairyduster--that scraggly, almost ethereal desert bush that has "featherduster" red blooms a few months a year. I took a throwaway camera roll of photos, to be affixed to corrugated plastic (corruplast) cards and sent out as mail art. I only had thirty five minutes in that garden,
but to me this sort of time is Eternal Life.
I have seen the gateways of Heaven open, and they are in bloom....
I love roses
Date: 2002-05-01 09:02 pm (UTC)A toast to flowers!
Re: I love roses
Last November, I tried a case in which I represented a wholesale LA flower company. It was fun learning about how the BEST roses come from Ecuador, where roses grow perfectly....
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Date: 2002-05-02 12:51 am (UTC)Do you have sun too?
public gardens
Date: 2002-05-02 05:35 am (UTC)where I now live was a few minutes closer to our house.
Sun is definitely not a problem here. When I landed in Dallas yesterday, the temperature was 92 degrees (what, something like 30 C.). La Canada, CA, by contrast was some 60 degrees F., which was very nice indeed.
Camellias and such
There was a ginkgo down the street from here until recently (unfortunate victim to some of Oklahoma's frequent high winds). I also used to look forward to the fall change of color. I took a leaf scanned it on my cheap flatbed scanner. It looked great. (You can scan almost anything - half of the stuff I scanned wasn't photos.)
Re: Camellias and such
Date: 2002-05-02 03:10 pm (UTC)fading, and very humidity-tossed. Descanso Garden, by contrast, is a treasure trove.
Christmas for me will always include foggy day walks through new-bloomed camellias in that garden.