The Brooklyn Botanic Garden, yesterday.
Between the irises, wisteria and Spanish bluebells, it smelled pretty good.
Despite the low cloud and precipitation, I did not use the umbrella I was carrying, and arrived home pleasantly damp.
I did nibble a wisteria flower (flowers edible, pods toxic). Pleasant enough.
But nicer to look at.
And I'll leave it, there, hanging preposition, and all.