The air is warm, but the ground is cold and borns a fog from spore droplets.
There are no stars.
The moon is only half and the half is threatened by a pitching, waving verdigris.
Trees in blossom. Petals blowing in the headlights.
|You just can't take a bad picture at Longwood Gardens (Kennett Square, PA). Everywhere you look there is something to see. Time and time again the folks at Longwood make magic. Everyday. They must be busy little bees at night installing, planting, snipping, trimming, hanging, cutting, planting, cleaning, pruning, grafting, harvesting, drawing. Love and dedication. The proof is everywhere.|