our trip to Airlie Gardens (until the batteries ran out)

In true (mis)adventure fashion, I had a lovely time at the gardens today, happily snapping away on the camera, all pictures incomprehensibly captured blur-free, and then. Not even a quarter of the way through our walk, my camera batteries died. All the replacements sit in a neat little Costco pile at home. I've lived in ILM six years now, and this is the first time I've ever visited the gardens. Think I'll be back soon? Not likely--unless mendacious comes to visit??

Anywho, here we begin our journey...



All sorts of pretty statues...

and architecture...

and flowers...




Which way do we go, Bug?


Pretty nature, cute little bunny rabbit.






Swan mama (daddy?) and babies, just born this past Saturday...

And here we sadly, prematurely (though majestically) end. The rest will have to remain unshared with the blogger world. The 19th century gravestones, the 400-year-old oak tree. The chapel where the lady wouldn't let us in because she was vacuuming the floors. The sunlit grassy expanses that would be perfect for stretching out on and daydreaming. The tulips and the shamrocks and the weird berry bush that bit my fingertips. Alas. You shall have to live on only in memory. 'Twas a lovely afternoon.