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Sunken Gardens - Part 1

OK, St. Petersburg's Sunken gardens wasn't exactly on the top of the list for things I wanted to do. I used to have a back yard full of flowers, 3 ponds, landscaping and such. Granted, nothing on the Sunken Garden's scale but pretty neat anyway. But, the girls had hinted endlessly so I said, sure, let's go.  And you know, it far surpassed my feeble expectations.  It isn't a local famous landmark for nothing.  It is a pretty neat place and I will devote a three postings to it this week.  Sit back, relax and enjoy the Sunken Gardens.



Ever seeking the spotlight, your loyal blogger hogs the welcome sign.


The newlyweds posing. 


The opening pond area that gets you ready for a spectacular splash of color and meandering streams.


Norah's first visit.


"two roads diverged in a yellow wood..."


I think I'll just shut up and let you walk and enjoy by yourself.  Unless, of course, I find it necessary to say something.










I know you have better things to do, so go ahead, class dismissed and be back here tomorrow.

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