We've met at the palm house, last Friday.
It looked like a day for water the plants. Because of the low temperatures outside, first my lens was fogged, when I enter the inside of the glass house. Waiting for Bee, I strolled around, took photos with camera and phone, attentive of the gardener, who still ran with the hose pipe. There were a sound of quaffable bicker in the air, warm and fresh, livelily and somehow lip-smacking. I took deep breath, with a smile on my face.
Bee came and we took place on a bench under the blossoming
nutmeg tree and started to draw its blossoms, which were fallen down.
I had trouble concentrating for drawing, because of other visitors of the palm house watching us or the gardener... I think he made jokes with us, coming with the water close to us and laughed about our worry to get wet.
it is for circulate the air.
I had never seen the blossom of a banana tree before! Did you?
We will come back, will meet at the fishes or under the nutmeg tree, again.
When it is cold outside, and one can't travel to a warmer place... , the inside of a palm house
is a fine place to hibernate!
PS: I will come to your LOVE (dc #188) soon!