The first time I realized how much I love flowers was when my family visited Carmel-by-the-Sea on the Monterey Peninsula in California one April day. I was 11 or 12, and don't remember much of the trip, but I vividly remember literally laying on a bed of flowers. It was the first time I have ever done so. I was in absolute awe.
Growing up in a city, the concrete structures won my attention over, and I only enjoyed the garden setting whenever I was at my grandparents'. Now that I'm living on the northeast side of the US, though, I grew more and more appreciative of all the beauty that springs after the snow melts; and I always make sure to stop and smell, look at, and take pictures of them.
So, here's a photo of me, taking a photo of these lovelies on Mother's Day 2013 at the Brooklyn Botanic Garden. That year, instead of my husband doing the usual and giving me a bouquet, I opted for him to take me to see the flowers bloom.
Born and raised in Manila, Philippines and briefly lived in California before moving to the east coast of the USA. I'm a digital marketing executive currently based in New Jersey and a digital nomad wannabe. I write mostly about family travel.