Wish You Stay Here.

…it's true…the beauty of the flowers at the end of March is unparalleled…

…alley in the city center…

…simple, seemingly delicate, the Christmas Rose represents purity, kindness, resilience, and, of course, hope… this plant embodies the true spirit of Christmas… not a commercial object, not an ostentation… but simplicity …

“Autumn lingered on as if fond of its own perfection.”~ Winston Graham

…and in some areas of the park, some young trees are changing color, their green leaves have turned almost golden… today the weather was particularly mild, but I mustn't get too attached to this climate…

…rays of light filter through the trees in the park, creating a soft and evocative atmosphere…

“Architecture is a visual art, and the buildings speak for themselves.” ~Julia Morgan

…I finally found a place for these flowers… and for the vase that contained some ugly succulents…

"There is nothing that makes its way more directly to the soul than beauty." ~Joseph Addison

“Life is a series of natural and spontaneous changes. Don't resist them; that only creates sorrow. Let reality be reality. Let things flow naturally forward in whatever way they like." -Lao Tzu (photo from a year ago exactly on this last day of May Facebook reminded me right now)…

…my father, a pediatrician, loved azaleas… my mother, an architect, Egyptologist, interior and garden designer… had created a flowerbed just for him… it's been 5 years since you passed away, dear dad… but your favorite flowers have never been as beautiful as today…

… and here I am … it was time to post a door, right?

❄️❄️❄️ …let's go back home, to the city…

“I think the most important thing in skiing is you have to be having fun. If you’re having fun, then everything else will come easy to you.” ~ Lindsey Vonn

… early morning …S U N R IS E….

“And if these mountains had eyes, they would wake to find two strangers in their fences, standing in admiration as a breathing red pours its tinge upon earth's shore. These mountains, which have seen untold sunrises, long to thunder praise but stand reverent, silent so that man's weak praise should be given God's attention.” ~ Donald Miller

…and while the commuters return to their cities we will stay here for a couple more days… in this photo it seems like we are on the peaks but instead it is the most extreme corner of the garden where after a slight descent a thick blanket of clouds has spread over what is a simple meadow and not a precipice… the mountains seem closer than they actually are…