Nestled near Rock Creek Park in Washington D.C. is the beautiful and elegant estate of Majorie Merriweather Post. The heiress of the Post cereal company, and Birds Eye, she purchased the home in 1957 and made it her home and museum for her fine collection of decorative arts.

Young Eros greets guests at the entryway, surrounded by the pinks of azaleas nestled below the creamy whites of dogwood trees. So walk with me if you will, along the walkways through the stunning garden. The azaleas are in full bloom today, and their delicate scents float in the gentle breeze.

Water fountains sooth our spirit and calm our senses. To walk through such natural beauty, time slows down.

Ladies grace our walk and smile in greeting.

The spring flowers brighten the day with their cheery color and soft nature. And the color. Such color ! To imagine the painter’s palette Mother Nature had to work with.

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Perhaps we should sit awhile and watch the grass grow. Surely that is a worthy thing to do.

Flower God, God of the Spring”
By Robert Louis Stevenson

Flower god, god of the spring, beautiful, bountiful,
Cold-dyed shield in the sky, lover of versicles,
Here I wander in April
Cold, grey-headed; and still to my
Heart, Spring comes with a bound, Spring the deliverer,
Spring, song-leader in woods, chorally resonant;
Spring, flower-planter in meadows,
Child-conductor in willowy
Fields deep dotted with bloom, daisies and crocuses:
Here that child from his heart drinks of eternity:
O child, happy are children!
She still smiles on their innocence,
She, dear mother in God, fostering violets,
Fills earth full of her scents, voices and violins:
Thus one cunning in music
Wakes old chords in the memory:
Thus fair earth in the Spring leads her performances.
One more touch of the bow, smell of the virginal
Green – one more, and my bosom
Feels new life with an ecstasy.