Friday, August 7, 2009

Flowers Galore

Ah summer in San Francisco means fog and cold chilly nights that call for a cuddly blanket. Lately the city has been so cold that I've been turning on the heat at night. I walk around the house wearing sweatpants, tee shirt, sweater, socks and slippers. Looking outside the fog is so thick that looking at the sky is like looking into a cloud. This weather makes me long for hot nights with a cold beer in hand. So imagine my joy when on Tuesday it was warm! Plus it was a free Tuesday at the The Conservatory of Flowers in Golden Gate Park. Which meant it was time for me to play tourist in my own city.
The building itself is amazing. I mean really I drive by it and I think to myself how charming and lovely it looks. A building with character and I have a personal fondness for domed buildings. I think it makes them look more elegant and stately like a woman wearing a big hat it's unique. A huge part of that stems from me being from Charlottesville, Va home of Thomas Jefferson who built his home Monticello with a huge dome. However, I digress let's get back to the important part the flowers.
Outside there's formal flower beds arranged in rainbow hues for people to enjoy. I was wandering outside and there was the cutest mother and two daughters. They were doing a little mini photo shoot outside and it reminded me of when I was a child. I got super nostalgic thinking about the times my family and I used to do the exact same thing in Halifax, Nova Scotia. Once my Dad took me to those gardens by myself and bought me a huge ice cream cone which I of course promptly dropped on the ground. There were no such ice cream tragedies on this day as I was too busy playing tourist in my own town snapping pictures.
Pink tropical flower
Orchid on a tree trunk
Soft pretty moss
I love playing tourist in my own town. I get to fall in love with my city all over again and get reminded of all the reasons why I moved here. That's all that takes me to make me happy a warm day and some pretty sights.

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