Tiffany Painter

I spent last Sunday at the Denver Botanical Garden with a friend. It was the second time I visited and a vastly different experience. My first time at the garden was around 2005. It was a cold, rainy day, and I was chaperoning a group of second grade boys for a field trip. Nothing about that day was relaxing. My friend enjoys it so much that she got a membership and invited me to join her. I went, but almost begrudgingly. I kept thinking about herding a group of boys around mud and puddles all those years before. Boy, was I in for a pleasant surprise. Walking amongst flowers on a sunny fall morning with a friend is probably as close as one can get to actually walking in Heaven. All the nervousness I was feeling about going back evaporated before we even got through the first section. We even have our next visit on the calendar. What a great reminder to allow myself to be open to new experiences at old places. That, and some places do not make great field trips for second graders.

9/24

behind the dark clouds
glorious light secluded
waiting to dazzle

9/25

flower holding on
warm day invites butterfly
soon to flitter off

9/26

flamingos lined up
never dull at the garden
hanging lobster claw

9/27

splashes of water
the morning dew refreshes
summer’s final bloom

9/28

beaks open for food
blue ginger flower waiting
hatchling on the vine

9/29

supply store for dreams
lumber for building new home
tiny house awaits

9/30

sapphire bookends
serenity in between
peaceful oasis