Gardens in the mist

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.