I never understood why she took so many pictures of her flowers. I thought it was kind of a silly thing to do with film and saw it as part of grandma's quirky personality.
That was before. Before I became enamored by the goodness of growing things -- especially beautiful things. Now I understand completely.
Last week, the resort where I stayed in Thailand had a most spectacular garden. I often found myself wandering through the plantings in the early morning before breakfast. Some days I had my camera with me and, well, I couldn't ignore the opportunity to record the beauty of those blooms.
Aren't you glad I didn't?