A walk through Quarry Bay Park

The Western entrance of Quarry Bay Park is right outside my flat.

These Strelitzias, however are in a flower bed just before you

go through the gates.

I am very tempted.

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Once through the gates, a riot of colour awaits...

Petunias always take me back to my first ever garden in Pretoria.

I planted them amongst my roses, under the Jacaranda trees.

I simply adore the way the Bleeding Heart changes from white to purple as it bleeds...

I saw the Bleeding Heart Vine for the first time in Grandma Huang's garden in Taiwan.

I lived in her log-cabin style cottage, surrounded by mostly white, fragrant flowers and shrubs.

From lilies to jasmine, lady of the night to roses.

Indian Almond trees lined the drive-way,

And rice paddies stretched behind the back verandah, right around the house

to the front.  I often watched the sunset over the rice paddies from my classroom door.

Grandma Huang only spoke Taiwanese.  I could only speak a little Mandarin.

But we both spoke the universal language of Flowers.

I needed the walk desperately.   

I grappled with a dilemma, and had to clear my mind.

I had to breathe, be near water.

The palm trees seemed to dance in a wind that I could not see or hear.

Follow the path by taking it step by step.

I like to think of these climbers as garlands of hearts that embrace the trees.

Green and Gold marigolds were glistening in the setting sun.

Hearts and Circles.

Good Feng Shui shapes.