While my parents were visiting last month, we visited Bodnant Garden. When we arrived at the garden, I noticed that a National Trust membership wasn’t too much more expensive than a single visit. And so, under the guise of repaying us for some things we had covered earlier in the trip, my dad gave us a couple’s membership for a year. We then proceeded to spend an entire day in awe at everything around us. (I still have a boatload of photos from that day that need to be organized and shared.)
So a couple weeks later, faced with a sunnier day than expected, my husband and I decided to swing by the garden for the afternoon. Something I’m sure we wouldn’t have done without that membership. I didn’t take as many pictures this time, but I tried to capture a few moments and soak in my surroundings. We sat by a pool and listened to a harp play. We wandered under the Laburnum Arch. We marveled at how much the garden had already changed. We literally stopped and smelled the roses.
And you know what? I’m already looking forward to my next visit.
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