Some bouquets for you, collected from the Royal Botanic Gardens in Melbourne. I’m not the world’s best photographer, but even I can’t go wrong with this display. I only wish I could capture the scents as well. Walking around in these gardens made me think of these lines from a poem I previously shared here:
I watch over
the spring night—
but no amount of guarding
is enough to make it stay.
I have nothing more to add, these beauties speak for themselves.