One afternoon last week, San Geraldo and I met Kristina 10 minutes away from here in the town of Benalmádena, where she lives, and went for a walk around her neighbourhood and through the beautiful city park called Parque de la Paloma (Dove Park).
The park works its way down a hill toward the Mediterranean Sea. At the top of the park is a pond that backs onto the public library. Beyond that is a lush desert garden. It's where I got up close and personal with that bee (previous post).
So, I had two great escapes that day – the park and the bee. I plan on visiting the park again and again. The bee? Not so much.
I was scratching my head at your words "lush desert garden" thinking that doesn't make sense. But it is lush and gorgeous too. Those succulents are arranged so artistically and the variety is astounding. Great images. Watch out for stealth bees ...
Wilma: When the description came to my mind, I thought it was odd to think of a desert that way. But, as you can see, it was completely true. I was taking some pictures of mimosa trees today. I will never learn! I'm heading to the pharmacy to get a new Epipen!
Jim: This park is a huge surprise and Kristina lives right across the street. She's there every day with her dog Elliot... as long as it's not too hot for him.
Andrew: I remember you writing that you're not a great fan of cacti. I love them. But I agree that the barrel cactus bed is especially nice. The Getty Museum in Los Angeles, very contemporary, has an amazing planting of barrel cacti on a triangular point that juts out from the building. A great way to plant these.
I just clicked through from Andrew's blog, and my goodness, I thought my cat Happy was hanging out in your sidebar! ;) Your Moose looks very like her, except for one black dot on the nose of ours.
Snoskred: You are my first Avalanche. Thanks so much for visiting. I just checked out your blog and introduced myself to Happy and other family members. Looking forward to getting to know all of you better.
Serenity! And I won't even comment on the phallic-factor of the tall, long, hard cacti that enhance these beautiful scenes. What kind of a pervert would notice that? Wink.
Donna: Ah, thanks for floating my way. Just saw Libby. And the kitties. Wish I could take them in! Where did you live in Spain? I'm much better since "The Cupboard Incident," but it still hurts to the touch. Doors can be very dangerous.
Linda: I focused on the desert gardens. The park rolls from one type of garden to another. Really beautiful. There were also chickens, peacocks, ducks, geese, and lots of turtles.
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I was scratching my head at your words "lush desert garden" thinking that doesn't make sense. But it is lush and gorgeous too. Those succulents are arranged so artistically and the variety is astounding. Great images. Watch out for stealth bees ...
ReplyDeleteWilma:
DeleteWhen the description came to my mind, I thought it was odd to think of a desert that way. But, as you can see, it was completely true. I was taking some pictures of mimosa trees today. I will never learn! I'm heading to the pharmacy to get a new Epipen!
Incredible desert garden! This city looks very inviting as well, no wonder you want to return there, Mitchell.
ReplyDeleteJim:
DeleteThis park is a huge surprise and Kristina lives right across the street. She's there every day with her dog Elliot... as long as it's not too hot for him.
I really like the same cacti in the circular bed. I am not a great appreciator of cacti but they can be interesting.
ReplyDeleteAndrew:
DeleteI remember you writing that you're not a great fan of cacti. I love them. But I agree that the barrel cactus bed is especially nice. The Getty Museum in Los Angeles, very contemporary, has an amazing planting of barrel cacti on a triangular point that juts out from the building. A great way to plant these.
I just clicked through from Andrew's blog, and my goodness, I thought my cat Happy was hanging out in your sidebar! ;) Your Moose looks very like her, except for one black dot on the nose of ours.
ReplyDeleteLovely place you have here. I'll be reading!
Snoskred:
DeleteYou are my first Avalanche. Thanks so much for visiting. I just checked out your blog and introduced myself to Happy and other family members. Looking forward to getting to know all of you better.
Serenity! And I won't even comment on the phallic-factor of the tall, long, hard cacti that enhance these beautiful scenes. What kind of a pervert would notice that? Wink.
ReplyDeleteRobyn:
DeleteFunny, but a tubular cactus never really makes me think "phallic." A bit too S&M for my tastes.
Floating around blogland...our friends once lived in Spain and loved it.
ReplyDeleteHope you have recovered from the cupboard incident!
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Donna:
DeleteAh, thanks for floating my way. Just saw Libby. And the kitties. Wish I could take them in! Where did you live in Spain? I'm much better since "The Cupboard Incident," but it still hurts to the touch. Doors can be very dangerous.
I love that garden; would that I could explore it with you! Your turn of phrase was spot on, as always.
ReplyDeleteI'd never heard the song on your vid today, how very appropriate! Chuckled a bit at the 'cheerleader' type dancing going on.
Jacqueline:
DeleteYou never heard Um Um Um Um Um Um?!? I'm stunned. It's your kind of song.
Mitchell this park is a typical paradise
ReplyDeleteGosia:
DeleteKristina has told us so much about it, but it was even more beautiful than I expected.
Lots of cactus there, which look familiar to us Texans. The park is lovely, and I saw a swan on the lake.
ReplyDeleteLinda:
DeleteI focused on the desert gardens. The park rolls from one type of garden to another. Really beautiful. There were also chickens, peacocks, ducks, geese, and lots of turtles.
I think desert flowers are the most colorful because they have to work harder than other flowers to survive.
ReplyDeleteStephen:
DeleteI like your way of thinking of them.
I sometimes refer to modern art as 'blood heads' - yikes there is the real McCoy !
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