I love flowers.
There’s something baout the way they look and smell.
The way the enhance the aesthetic world around them.
When I got to England, one of the first things I noticed was that I didn’t recognize ANY flowers!
The were all new.
They’re all so different in the United Kingdom!
Instead of the same few types of flowers found in Texas due to the extreme heat, England’s frequency of showers and moderate temperatures allow for the growth of copious plants.
In the Lake District, I got to hike to Beatrix Potter’s home.
(She wrote Peter Rabbit — my childhood obsession)
Check that one off the bucket list!
The walk to and from her home contained more flowers than I’ve ever seen along any hike in my life!
The best part is that they were all BRAND NEW (to me at least).
I thought that maybe the England flowers would start repeating themselves, but that’s where I was wrong.
The flowers along the hike continued to surprise with me their blues, oranges, purples, and pinks.
While hiking can be tiring (especially up the hills of the Lake District),
there’s something about seeing and smelling the flowers along the way that makes me forget about
anything else in the world…even fatigue.
It’s as if I become so entranced by the beauty of such unique and strange creatures that I can not think of anything but their splendor.
The flowers along the hike definitely were everything I imagined they would be from reading Beatrix Potters stories as a young girl.
Flowers add their own artistic touch to the monotonous rolling hills of green by contributing unique textures, smells, designs, and colors.
Especially colors.
Flowers.
They’re alive. They’re breathing.
They need sustenance, just like people.
Nooooo I am NOT saying flowers are in any way like people…
but I am saying that flowers are living things.
The hike in itself was one of the more simple, yet breathtaking adventures I have ever embarked upon in my twenty years of living.
But really. I loved it. I want a garden like Beatrix’s garden one day.
Getting the chance to sail across the river then hike up to her home where she lived, worked, gardened, and wrote is a once in a lifetime hike that I hope everyone can experience.
The hike in itself was not physically demanding, but it was peaceful and practical for families of all backgrounds and ages.
I love flowers.
Did I mention that Beatrix loved flowers just as much as I do?
This is the picture of her garden preserved the way she would have liked it.
I want to be like Beatrix Potter when I grow up.
This was my favorite day in the Lake District because of the vast mountains, exotic flowers, and Potter exhibits.