Łódź botanical gardens

What are the main pleasures of the Łódź botanical gardens? Space is the first thing I relish, expansive views a relief to my rural eye after a few days of city streets and museums. Then there’s that dense northern hemisphere shade, giving me a visual image to match Marvell’s “a green thought in a green shade”: sometimes it’s created by an avenue of those grand trees designated monuments of nature. The special spires of conifers, so alien to the Australian eye, shape prospects and offer all the newly discovered pleasures of their fruit and flowers. There is room for admiring an individual tree: I sit in worship before one perfectly-shaped white-barked goddess for a long time as the sun offers warmth and the tree beauty. The gaudiness of tulips, bright in spiral beds, draw the crowds and can’t help but charm. And of course there are always miscellaneous delights.

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A retired Australian who spends a lot of time in Warsaw, and blogs as a way of life.
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11 Responses to Łódź botanical gardens

  1. restlessjo says:

    One for Jude! 🙂 🙂 I love your delight in trees! The conifer close ups are superb, Meg, and who cannot derive pleasure from the gay abandon of tulips? 🙂 Beautiful photography! And did you dangle that weed on purpose? Very nonchalant! 🙂
    I have a feeling you’d be more at home in Zawady, the family home. I’ll show you sometime soon. Meantime, I’m back in my rut- off to zumba soon. A sunny if freezing walk through the park on the way. Apologies for the lack of email. At home my time just seems to evaporate! Sending hugs 🙂 🙂


    • The “gay abandon of tulips” – that’s exactly it! Did I dangle that weed??? I’ll have you know I never interfere with my subject: it’s like using jamsetta. Against the ethical framework within which I live my life. (Mostly!) Conifers are my new love: I prowled around them muttering insanely in my delight.

      Don’t apologise for lack of email – there’s been plenty of communication. I’m cranky with email at the moment: I just spent an hour writing to a friend, and managed to delete the whole thing.


  2. Sue says:

    I echo Jo in loving your delight in trees, Meg! I had to look up the Marvell, not one I knew, and the lines “Society is all but rude,
    To this delicious solitude. ” struck a chord…..


  3. Lucid Gypsy says:

    Meg your photography is wonderful as is your delight in these glorious trees. Silver birch is always going to send me into a reverie and those purple cones, what are they? Fabulous, fabulous x:-)x


    • Thank you my dear friend. It was a splendid day for … everything! I think I was also rejoicing at being back in the natural world. The very words “silver birch” send shivers up the spine. Unfortunately, I have no idea what any of the conifers are: will “a splendid” cut it??


  4. quollgirl says:

    I love your conifers so much. You’ll have to apply this new, specialised knowledge to my cedrus deodara at some point.


    • New specialized knowledge?? It’s only new unspecialised noticing, and your father isn’t interested in conifer ID: therefore I don’t know how to go about it. I just enthuse. So don’t depend on me for anything.


  5. pommepal says:

    Glorious, glorious ode to nature Meg and that white barked goddess describes the silver birch so well. The conifer cones come in so many shades and formations they are a delight to another person who does not get to see them in this corner of the world. The tulips remind me of Floriade, and what a strange shape that white one is.

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