When I was a kid, I’d often tag along as my father would drop my sister off at university. One day he noticed there was a Japanese Garden, and decided to check it out. I didn’t really remember much of it, I only remember the bridge and that it was pretty. I do remember that we had finished pretty quickly, and going back there I realized how small it is. Pretty surprising given how much open space there is around the garden. What else is surprising is that there are no names near the plants, and I really hate not knowing the names. They do realize the garden is within the university, and hence a little bit of free knowledge for the passerby would be nice, right? Second gripe is the lack of cherry blossom trees. Maybe they’re tired of Japanese Gardens and cherry blossom trees being synonymous, but I’m not tired of it…yet. Third gripe…ok, nah, there is no third gripe. 😉
I did have a good time though. The day was bright, the flowers were pretty, the koi were lively. There was this cute little girl in a red kimono, and I really wanted to take her picture but felt way too nervous asking the parents if I could take a picture. The memory is in my head at least. 🙂