Flower Garden
Girlfriend liked my suggestion and wanted to take her family over here this long weekend. I hit the panic button and sent a quick note over to her, "should we coordinate so that we'd strategically miss each other?" I liked my morning walk quiet and free of running into people I might recognize. Pleasantries are reserved for social events and not when you need to enjoy some of these pretty flowers on your own.
I take, apparently, decent photos of the flowers. Turns out it's not because of my photography skills or the iPhone 6, which I've already scratched, it's because the flowers are superbly mesmerizing, to the point that they felt unreal, mystical, massive, dazzling, and photogenic.
I taught him to say dahlia dell. He thought it was just some flower garden. Middle age straight men don't always know about flowers in general. They know the names of the pitchers for the Giants or the local pubs where sports are shown, but not the flowers. I told him that when I was a young girl, my grandparents who took care of me would put me in a stroller and take me to the city center park, 45 minutes each way, they spent every day in the park, watching the peonies and dahlias bloom. Peonies are a lot like dahlias, magnificent and statuesque, confident in its own beauty and are used to admirers, and they only last for a season and they are gone. They were the opposite of me. As a timid, nerdy and shy girl, and perhaps still, as a sensitive and fragile middle age woman, I was, and still am, insecure to a fault, and I linger way too long for my own good.
Dahlia garden induces awe. Splendid beauty in plain sight. A must stop if you were to visit the pretty nice open space that is called the Golden Gate Park that geographically separates the Sunset from the Richmond.
Best viewing season: late July to mid September.
Best time of the day: early Sunday morning. Remember it's car free day on Sunday in the Park. Tourists are still sleeping off their Saturday evening's bar crawl, and locals are too busy heading to brunch places, pastry shops, or play structures in the park with their children in tow.
The flowers are now in full bloom, like a ripe woman, they are going all out: they reach their maximum seductress strength in early September. There are lots of butterflies and bumble bees hovering. However, and not surprisingly, no dogs are allowed. Perhaps it's for the best, I think my puppy Abby would have eaten it all if given the chance.
I take, apparently, decent photos of the flowers. Turns out it's not because of my photography skills or the iPhone 6, which I've already scratched, it's because the flowers are superbly mesmerizing, to the point that they felt unreal, mystical, massive, dazzling, and photogenic.
I taught him to say dahlia dell. He thought it was just some flower garden. Middle age straight men don't always know about flowers in general. They know the names of the pitchers for the Giants or the local pubs where sports are shown, but not the flowers. I told him that when I was a young girl, my grandparents who took care of me would put me in a stroller and take me to the city center park, 45 minutes each way, they spent every day in the park, watching the peonies and dahlias bloom. Peonies are a lot like dahlias, magnificent and statuesque, confident in its own beauty and are used to admirers, and they only last for a season and they are gone. They were the opposite of me. As a timid, nerdy and shy girl, and perhaps still, as a sensitive and fragile middle age woman, I was, and still am, insecure to a fault, and I linger way too long for my own good.
Dahlia garden induces awe. Splendid beauty in plain sight. A must stop if you were to visit the pretty nice open space that is called the Golden Gate Park that geographically separates the Sunset from the Richmond.
Best viewing season: late July to mid September.
Best time of the day: early Sunday morning. Remember it's car free day on Sunday in the Park. Tourists are still sleeping off their Saturday evening's bar crawl, and locals are too busy heading to brunch places, pastry shops, or play structures in the park with their children in tow.
The flowers are now in full bloom, like a ripe woman, they are going all out: they reach their maximum seductress strength in early September. There are lots of butterflies and bumble bees hovering. However, and not surprisingly, no dogs are allowed. Perhaps it's for the best, I think my puppy Abby would have eaten it all if given the chance.
