This was our first ever visit to the National Arboretum in Washington, DC. It is hard to imagine that we have not visited this place in all the years that we have lived in the area.
Here is a gallery of some somewhat random visual impressions from the visit. It is the season of the azaleas.
Beside the Azaleas, we noticed an abundance of other flowers of the season. I hesitate to start mentioning names because I have already forgotten many of them!
The massive green fields that we walked through to get from one section of the park to another (and from one kind of garden to another) were full of wild flowers like buttercups, dandelions, and gill-over-the-ground. The Anacostia river that flows past the hills of the park in its eastern section, visible below you through the trees of the woods as one hikes the pathways of the park, is one of the many features that lends to the character of the place.
The arboretum is a very impressive place, and very popular with the denizens of Washington, DC. We will probably be coming back again!
We were fortunate as kids to grow up in a university campus in India surrounded by the beauty of nature. Our house had a yard and we had a garden that was probably the best on campus, with a lawn and garden with all kinds of colorful flowers. It took all kinds of effort to maintain this garden, but my parents were really into it, and also up to it.
Fast-forward to the present and my siblings and I find ourselves all grown up and in different parts of another country with our own homes and families. Time passes and things change. Fortunately, we (the siblings) end up seeing each other quite often these days even across the miles that separate us. But this summer happened to be particularly hectic for me in this regard with four visits to my sister’s place up north. I always look forward to these visits, although at this point over 4000 miles of solo driving over a period of just a few short months in this regard has taken its toll on me.
One of the things I look forward to during my visits up north is my sister’s garden. (Well, everybody calls it her garden, but I am sure she has significant help from others.) It is really magnificent, especially in the middle of summer when all the flowers are blooming. It is a colorful feast for the eyes. The birds and bees that are there to feast on the flowers are indications of the great shape that it is in.
The pictures below are in celebration of My Sister’s Garden. They are probably not the typical pictures of a garden that you are used to seeing, but fortunately or unfortunately my camera has a mind of its own.