On a recent Sunday, having had enough of winter, I snuck away to the botanical gardens down on the National Mall. While the grey city outside alternated between sleet and snow, inside the glassy greenhouse walls, the world was balmy and lush with greenery. Kumquat trees were heavy with fruit, orchids and bromeliads radiated bright colors, and every now and then the rooms grew hazy with cool mist.
I wandered around quietly, wondering why I hadn’t been spending every weekend here since winter had begun to wear me down in January. Eventually, I climbed to the upper tier of the large rainforest room and found an empty bench, determined to stay until closing and forget about winter for a little while. Before long I noticed that the other people occupying the benches were doing the same thing: sometimes reading, mostly alone, and sitting far too long on the benches to just be resting from a long day of sightseeing like the tourists that whirled around the greenhouse paths. It was nice, quiet company, all of us basking in the refuge of a manufactured summer’s day.
[3/14/14] Edited just a tad to join in to for Fiesta Friday, hosted by one of my favorite bloggers, The Novice Gardener. It’s been a long week, and I could use a little fun.