Second Summer Friday, almost a repeat of the first.
Book. Bench. Botanical Garden.
Book. Bench. Botanical Garden.
With the additions of editorial work and no other agenda than to stretch out, I was delighted to head back to "my spot." After last week, I had brought a larger water bottle, a cushion, and a big shade hat. I thought I was going to be okay with sun protection with the hat and long pants, but I didn't have long enough shirt sleeves or sunblock, so I lightly burned my forearms. It wasn't quite a farmers tan.
It was a much nicer afternoon, so there more crowds in the gardens interrupting me in my little nook where I had snuggled in with a good long book. I must have been a picturesque sight, what with the hat and the book on the bench, because I glanced up and caught someone mid photographis clickus and then made it photographic interruptus ruinus. *No takee the photo of Auntie sans permission, thank you*
In a bit of forethought, my book of the afternoon, Clara and Mr. Tiffany by Susan Vreeland, was all about the craftswomen in the Tiffany Glass studios - previously unrecognized for their work on his famous windows and lampshades. I think Tiffany windows I think vibrant jewel tones, rich, lush, verdant hues of greens and purples, irises, wisteria, etc. Look at what my view was as I reading about the creation of those masterpieces.
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