a shot from the chicago botanical garden from last month's sojourn. the english garden is behind this wall. i like the repetition of the arcs and i think the wall, or window, muffles a bit the harsh sunlight on the greenery.
in a discussion with my friend today, she said that it's very hard to see through me, that even though i am easy-going (me?!?) it's difficult to know exactly what's on my mind. that triggered the memory of an argument i had with my ex towards the end of our relationship, when he insisted that my favourite colour was yellow (i have nothing yellow in my apartment apart from the occasional packet of m&m peanuts), i told him the line of a song from a long time ago: if you don't know me by now, you will never ever get to know me.
some interesting thoughts - one of the commonest comments in our household when things are getting a bit tense is "I am not a mind-reader". But it is good that our inner most thoughts are not an open book. Yes? The garden looks lush, and the pattern's a good one.
