Here – to brighten your day – are some pictures Pepper took on Wednesday during our field trip to the Smith College Bulb Show.
A pitcher plant, I think. I tried and tried to get a good shot of this…and failed. Somehow, Pepper managed it.
A banana flower…see the wee little bananas? I didn’t notice them until this evening.
And me – panoramic. Because that’s just what I need…longer arms.
From the dining room table, with Manny on the Christmas chest, chomping a bone (he’s very loud),
The girls and I drove to Smith College this morning for a taste of spring.
The campus is hosting its annual Spring Bulb Show – and people are flocking to see it – we almost couldn’t find parking.
But we did. And we gladly went into the Lyman Plant House, where the show is being held. The Plant House, itself, was built in the 19th century and is one of the few remaining conservatories in the U.S. There are 12,000 square feet of plants – only a fraction of them bulbs.
But, right now, the bulbs are center stage. And rightly so! My goodness, what a display.
Two rooms full of the things, with trickling fountains and riotous color…and everyone trying to take photos at once.
The girls and I dutifully did our lap.
And then went around once more.
But, as much as we love the bulbs, I think we enjoy the other areas of the Lyman Plant House even more.
There are so many unusual things to see.
Things you don’t see in any of your neighbors’ gardens.
Cinnamon and bananas, figs and olives, tea and coffee, palms and ferns…
And chocolate! We especially enjoyed seeing the cacao tree.
How about cotton? We saw fields of it in Arkansas this past October, but I’d never seen a cotton plant up close. The Lyman Plant House had one. Now Pepper wants to try and grow some in our garden this year.
Everywhere you turn, there’s something exotic and interesting to see. You begin to really appreciate the scope and variety of the plant kingdom.
We all left inspired. Pepper announced that she wants to start an orchid collection. Ginger spoke with enthusiasm about begonias. I was grateful to have been somewhere warm and humid – if only for an hour.
And then we went to Chick-Fil-A.
From the dining room table, wondering why I didn’t plant more bulbs last fall,
Yes, we have become those people. The sort of people who throw birthday parties for their pets.
Really, though, it was just a small party (only family). And, in our defense, it is winter, and there’s not much happening, and, hey, we take our entertainment where we can get it.
So, the plan was to have all the dogs sitting around the table with party hats on and cupcakes in front of them…but things didn’t go as planned.
The party hats lasted ten seconds. Kipper tried to eat his.
And then Manny and Ursa wouldn’t get on chairs.
The birthday boy (who is very well-behaved when we are in the room) refused to sample his cupcake while it was on the table. (Table food being off limits – at least while the humans are watching.)
So, we moved it to a chair for him.
That thing disappeared in one gulp.
Ursa was a little braver. She’d at least lick hers.
When Manny came over to see if she was going to eat it all herself, she finished it off with remarkable speed
Kipper had no problem getting onto a chair and eating from the table.
In fact, I think he wonders why we don’t let him eat like this every night.
Gift giving followed. Here’s Manny’s new toy – which, of course, all the dogs wanted.
Isn’t that the way of it? You get a nice, new toy for your birthday, and, right out of the gate, you’re expected to share it – even though that’s the last thing in the world you want to do.
From the dining room table, with Pepper drawing a pony comic strip and the rest of the family reading,