We're both controlling s.o.b's. Both of us. I exert control over finances and vacations, while spouse controls how everything looks and is arranged in the house. Oh, and how and when things are cleaned and maintained. I do all the grocery shopping so I guess I control our sustenance, though spouse always complains, "It's always the same thing!" (This he'll say after I ask, "So do you want chicken, beef, pork, fish, pasta, pizza or soup tonight?") It was funny last night at dinner. Spouse accused me of being controlling and I LAUGHED OUT LOUD, incredulous. "No," as I'm giggling,"you control everything darling. I thought you knew that." He started in about money and how I control all of it. In truth, I only advise against expenditures. The most usual way I advise against them is by saying, "No!" But then he sneaks off and does the purchasing anyway. So who's really in control?
As planned, I made a visit to the botanical gardens. Oh how I adore that place. Every time you go, there is something different to see. While some specimens have flowered, others have yet to, and every day is a different mosaic of the cycle. I was charmed to see many women throughout the gardens sitting before flowers and sketching them into their books. Elderly women enjoyed books on the shaded benches. Children frolicked. A group of asian women practiced Tai Chi. Men with super-lens cameras (the size they wished their penis to be) zoomed in on getting the perfect flora shots. The whole time I felt like I was walking through a vast painting. God's tapestry if you will. Here's a few pics.
Off in a secluded alcove, I came across this sculpture. It's called "The Lover's Bench." It attempts to depict the joys of love along with the distress of solitude. I just kept wondering why they're all naked. (And shouldn't the guy be a little "more excited" what with kissing the one lady and the other rubbing his leg?)
This was like wedding meadow.
All of the different kinds of these flowers were in bloom. (Somebody will know what they are.) They don't even look real. They look like some tacky festoonage for a hoop skirt. Huge flowers. This pink was especially shocking. Pow! Right in the eye.