Those not addicted to foliage may want to skip this overlong post.....
Tuesday morning about 9am. we enter the park near the natural history museum.
Admire the rustic fence
and the little mist of wild michaelmas daisies.
Then the trees! My heavens, the trees!
Almost too much like Samuel Palmer in spring at Shoreham.
How they glitter in the sun.
How the pond makes a mirror image of itself.
If I were a painter.....
More....
We chat to the young woman whose very old dog sits daily
eyeing the ducks.
I wish the designers of the park could see it now.
Such a glimpse of the sublime
as we head for the museum
