A trip to the Huntington Gardens yesterday was a feast of sight and smell and sound and touch. A huge and aged grape vine bursts the confines of its pergola, dazzling visitors with heavenly canopy of tiny grapes.
Electric blossoms, darting hummingbirds and butterfly showers slowed our progress as we headed for the herb garden. Touring plots of cosmetic herbs and medicinal herbs, we pressed leaves between our fingers to discover the fragrance of each. What a delight for all the senses! Of course we refrained from tasting, but sound and sight were also satisfied.
Who could imagine (not I, certainly) that a flower of a single color could be so beautiful?