Each time we go to the Brooklyn Botanical Garden, the girls want to check out the greenhouses. Each time, they ask to go see the bonsais. They make me sad. Poor trees who have been starved and clipped to keep them from growing and then tortured into twisted shapes, all in the name of beauty.
Anyhow, there’s a small section about the evolution of plants right at then entrance. It’s very cool when your kids actually let you read the information.
Then, there are three greenhouses that you access through the basement. One is temperate, one is tropical, and one is desert. I love the cactuses. Cacti? When M and I went to Peru, way before E showed up in our lives, I saw some huge cactuses. They may not have actually been that big but to someone who’d only ever seen potted ones, they were impressive. Everyone in our group laughed at the girl who’d never seen a “wild” cactus before. I still remember the Australian girl in our group then confessing to me that she’d never seen a deer. I think she was trying to make me feel better and it did work though I wasn’t hurt at all, just confused that they would be astonished.
There’s also an even more tropical greenhouse on the ground floor (more tropical as in more humid and hotter). It didn’t feel as horrible as it usually does this time so I managed to spend a little more time in there. It has beautiful orchids and some very strange plants.
And rest assured, I’m done with the BBG pics. I can’t promise any pictures next week. I’m going to try but I have another project that’s taking a lot of my time and I have no clue whether I’ll be able to wrangle taking and editing pictures or not.