"When summer comes there will be curtains and fountains of roses" is my girlhood favorite quote from The Secret Garden.
This weekend marks the unofficial start of summer and I chanced a visit to the Brooklyn Botanic Garden to see how things are progressing.
My spot under a tree. Made some new lists.
I hear a lot of girls talking trash about roses. Too predictable, too fussy, too much cellophane on those bodega bouquets. I dare any hot blooded girl to look at a wild and sprawling rose bush and not be overwhelmed with sheer glee.
If you can, I'm both impressed and very very sad.
I felt like I had stumbled into a deserted Victorian lawn party.
Overgrown to perfection.
And to think i almost didn't go because of a silly flat tire.