Nothing like being overwhelmed with beauty, is there? I’m posting more photos from Chanticleer Garden, south of Philadelphia, where we had a blissful escape just last week. (Two previous posts here and here on View have given you brief glimpses: check ’em out as an introduction.)
On the way to the swimming pool, a small water fountain and lush plantings:
A crowing Chanticleer to guard the swimming pool:
In a great basin on the pool terrace is a floating flower arrangement, something I haven’t seen before:
A charming companion shares the view from the terrace with us:
Two more blue chairs are set up here to view a grand vista:
The Great Gatsby may be all the current rage, but Gatsby’s fabled Long Island mansion couldn’t have outshone this Pennsylvania splendor:
Rested enough? Let’s continue strolling through the grounds. To my great delight, there’s a stretch of wild poppies! I adore poppies. I’ve almost never seen them growing wild this way in my part of the US, but they are everywhere in Burgundy, in France.
Next post coming up, we’ll complete our tour. With a P.S. to some. Here’s an item that’s old news, but may be new to many of you, and is dear to my heart. It’s about another vital one of the five senses, Touch.