Last time that I came, it was fall, colorful. It’s amazing to see a place transform with the seasons. The rose bushes are bare, the pond is dry. Even the greenhouse has transformed. Poofs of red & silent passages. New, but ever vibrant, smells. But it’s all so alive in it’s own magical way.
I love coming here to wander aimlessly through the tropical rain forest, the winter garden, all of it, until close. And I can’t wait to come back in the spring to see it transformed again.