I mentioned in my previous post that I had been behind in my blogging. So many of these entries are being written several months after this trip. It's hard to recall everything. Every little moment, every place we visited. The most I can recall are the feelings of nostagia that I feel when I look at the pictures and the way that I was crossing off so many adventures from my bucket list.
There was a day where we just visited flowers. A lavender field first. A dream come true. I always wanted to walk among the rows of purple flowering lavender. Smelling the soft and relaxing aroma. I aways wanted to do a photoshoot in a lavender field but I guess that will have to wait a bit longer.
Being with my family in the field will have to suffice for now. We took a million photos because how could we not.
Then to the garden we went. For me it was heaven. Being surrounded my flowers galore. I wish I could live in a garden. Honestly give me a small tent and I would be happy. So much colour, so much beauty. The shapes of gardens, the beauty radiating. The peacefullness I feel when I walk amongst the flowers and plants. It fills me. It just does.
We explored the vast garden together. The garden was perfect. It had little entrances to new places. Like a mansion with big rooms. Each little entrance made way to something even bigger and more complex then the last. The garden wasn't just thrown together in a season. It was well thought out. Mapped out like a castle. Each room with it's own identity. You could get lost here. I felt a bit like Alice in Wonderland.
On our way back to our little cottage we stumbled upon a poppy field. We climbed over the stone wall to snap a few pictures. We left the field in peace and didn't go too far in as to perserve it's beauty. The poppies were everywhere this time of year and it was a delight to catch it and be able to take some photos.
I feel as though this was the fullest floral day of my life. It was perfect.