In search of a grotto and some quiet, reflective time - I grabbed my camera this past weekend and went to Richmond. To Maymont. It was just what I needed and the afternoon breathed new life into my August-garden blahs. Heady-scented roses, a waterfall, rolling hills, a Gilded Age mansion, huge trees from all over the world that offered shade and, in some cases, the scent of cedar. And, a chance to see a real grotto. It felt like another time and place altogether . . .
Monday, August 20, 2007
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Wonderful pictures! especially after being locked in the airconditioning for what seems like forever..those garden paths look so fresh and inviting.
Look at that grotto! fantastic! I love the sound of running water in a garden.
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