Hot As Hades // A Secret Garden

So, it looks like I took another unintended week off from blogging. I've just been stuck in a little bit of a rut from, you know, things like visiting my grandparents on the daily and sleeping in until naptime, and busily cross-checking my weather apps, because something's gotta be wrong with this picture:

But nope, because then I saw this picture, and then proceeded to laugh, until I realized it wasn't all a joke, and then I started to cry a little:

Not okay. I don't do literal ovens, no thank you.

On a much cooler day {blazing hot rather than sizzling hot}, my mom and I visited a cute little garden across the street from the hospital in which my grandparents reside.

This pretty little garden is at most one hundred steps away from the biggest and most chaotic hospital in this big city - a hospital very much full of pain and suffering, and a loss of hope for many. {Although, as my sister was born in this very hospital, I must say that it's full of new life and light, as well.} And acting as a bridge in between these two extremes is one of the busiest and most dangerous crosswalks in the city, as well. I'm not allowed to cross this street without holding someone's hand ... truth.

But here, here hidden just past all of that, is quiet and peace and beauty. It's so blissfully silent here, and I see quite a few elderly people ambling along merrily - they're a little bit curious, a little bit bashful, a little bit tired, but perfectly friendly and willing to share their beautiful space. There aren't many other people here, and I can't help but think sometimes that I've stumbled upon a secret little reprieve. It's slightly ... melodic. Poetic. Cheesy. {But nice.}