Early evening glow at Mead Botanical Garden,
which we hadn’t visited in nearly 30 years.
Free admission, open from dawn to dusk
in suburban Winter Park.
They are letting it go more natural than cultivated.
I love the variety of reflections, textures, and colors.
Some of the plants I had never seen before.
Stroll along with me!
|As water reflects the face,
so one’s life reflects the heart.
|Three kinds of white blooms…|
|Remains of an abandoned
section of boardwalk
|Daddy and daughter|
|Same trumpet flower from the side|
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