Though I had visited the National Cathedral before, I had never noticed the quiet garden tucked beside it. On this late April day, I finally wandered into its embrace. What a hidden gem—serene and inviting, a place to sit in stillness, to reflect, to simply breathe and, as they say, "smell the roses."
Tulips stood tall like sentinels of spring, their colors soft and bold all at once. Irises swayed gently in the breeze, their deep violet petals fluttering like silken ribbons. And the peonies, full and blushing.
I chose a weekday to visit, and the calm was a welcome contrast to the busy world beyond the gates. A week earlier, I had stopped by on a weekend, only to find it crowded and bustling. I knew then I’d return when the garden could speak in whispers.
And so, I walked slowly, camera in hand, capturing the peace in petals and stone. Time seemed to soften its pace, allowing me to linger, to see, and to be.
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