Quite a few people rave about my flower pictures, but what many don't realize is that the published photos are simply a by-product of what's really going on.
For me, the act of going to the garden store, to the florist, to local parks, is a continuing journey of surprises where I discover unexpected treasures around every corner.
And the act of taking the photos is a moving meditation. Outside concerns fade away, the ongoing to-do lists and nagging voices cease to exist, and in a way time itself stops.
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| The begonias hanging in my loft |
This weekend was a perfect example of both finding unexpected treasures and moving meditation where time stops.
On Friday there was a sale of annuals at Tagawa Gardens. I dropped by in the afternoon looking 1) to replace some plants that hadn't fared well during the hail storm earlier in the week and 2) to maybe find some tiger lilies already in flower. Instead I found hanging pot upon hanging pot of huge tuberous begonias. And I was hooked. Luckily they were on sale, so the damage to my credit card wasn't too severe. One of the store employees had to actually bring me another cart, and the amassed plants barely fit into my car for the ride home. Many petaled flowers feeling strongly of Japan and chrysanthemums in hues of coral and white, red and golden orange.
This morning I spent over four hours taking photos, and yet it seemed only maybe 30 minutes. The petals shone, and the scalloped edges glowed in the early morning light. Even now I'm having a hard time with the clock-based time of 1 am, feeling like it should be maybe 8 or 9 pm. One blossom in particular was reminiscent of a line from a Buddhist chant " May everyone be happy..."
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