The Glorious Gardens of Claude Monet

    Giverny, home to the ever-famous painter, Claude Monet. We waited in line a little, and then when in opened everyone piled in. I was shocked by the gardens - an amazing assortment of every flower (almost)! Paths weaved in an out of the wet, fresh plants and people milled all around. There was a sligth drizzle, but no matter; we headed straight to his pond and bridge, which was located across the road, accessed by a tunnel.
    Everything in Giverny was beautiful -- the brick wall, the pond, the bamboo islands, the water lillies, the tiny streams, the bridges, the . . .

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famous Japanese bridge covered in wistiria (very wistirious), the
willow tree... And so much more! Lilacs, irises, pansies, tulips... So many brilliant colours, so much the draw and paint! We settled down on a bench, and Mom took out the pencils and paper and of course, THEN the clouds decided to let down buckets of water! It was almost impossible to not get the paper wet and not let the graphite smear without an umbrealla, so we ran for the cover of the gift shop.
   

    It was still endlessly raining, so I went out and enjoyed myself all the same. After it had cleared up to a just a simple rain, we went into the house where everything was the way it had been -- with such a view of the garden! It was magnificent! I'd just love to have a garden as brilliant as this, somewhere quiet to paint and write amongst the greenery and flowers.
Bye,
Allie
P.S. Is it rude to take pride in saying that I took the close-ups of the flowers? I hope not. I'd like to become somewhat of a photographer one day -- that, or (maybe even 'and') and author.