There was a time in my life when I escaped to the conservatory (Lamberton Nature Conservatory, nestled in the heart of Highland Park, part of Rochester's cultural district) every chance I got. The old folks, members of the Horticultural Society, who took turns manning the register ("That'll be $1 to get in, please.") came to know me.
Through the years they saw me show up with baby in stroller, diaper bag on shoulder, elementary school-aged kids in summer shorts rolled up (as we escaped the heat of the suburbs) or sometimes just me and one kid, bundled in snow-gear and red-faced, because we'd just finished sledding on the hill, and now we'd popped in for a dose of nature.
There's something about the conservatory. The walk-up alone will get you. A gently winding path at the top of a gorgeous Highland Park hill. The old-time streetlights. And the history and longevity and the pretty ~ ♥ #ParaGoddess
{ the "house" inside the conservatory ~ I have a strange fascination with this... and I think I'd like the front of my house to look something like this ~ a burst of color and vegetation... at once lovely, old-fashioned and welcoming ~ }
{ the "jungle room" ~ I spent some time here, coat off,
meditating and pondering various aspects of life... }
{ over-grown gold fish in the pond ~ I couldn't leave without saying something about the presence of pennies in the water, which is toxic for the fish ~ }
{ quite a shock to the senses when leaving the jungle room and entering this desert area...
The desert room is cool and dry, quiet and--- yeah... }
{ I found this dry, faded flower... and instantly associated it with my old life... the life I have let go and the parts of myself that are dying away... }
{ Moments later, I found this vibrant bloom ~ and immediately knew it was significant of the new life I am creating... Lives are changing lanes ~ }
♥ #ParaGoddess














































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BEAUTIFUL PLACE , THANKS SO MUCH FOR SHARING.............<<<3
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